| Song | The Barfly |
| Artist | Enter the Haggis |
| Album | Soapbox Heroes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
| I met an old man one night in a bar | |
| He was sitting alone | |
| The way men his age always are | |
| His movements were slow | |
| Didn't speak very well | |
| But every old man has a story to tell | |
| He lived by the book | |
| Went to church every day | |
| But his wife left him young | |
| With two daughters and bills to pay | |
| He worked himself hard | |
| And the years flickered past | |
| His girls kept him young | |
| But they grew up so fast | |
| Prodigal faith always felt second best | |
| When she turned seventeen | |
| She took her coat and her camera | |
| And headed west | |
| It broke her dad's heart | |
| But as he likes to say | |
| With enough time apart | |
| Even faith fades away | |
| Jenny met | |
| Ray in his last days ashore | |
| They married in | |
| May And that | |
| August he joined the war | |
| He said Jenny don't cry | |
| I'll be home in the fall | |
| So she held her head high | |
| And said nothing at all | |
| Then he got in a plane | |
| Took it up in the air | |
| It never came down | |
| For all she knows it's stlil | |
| Flying around up there | |
| Then Jenny went wrong | |
| And the last that | |
| I heard It's been seven years long | |
| Since she uttered a word | |
| Seven years gone | |
| Since she uttered a word | |
| Now her father just sits | |
| All alone at the bar | |
| He orders his drinks | |
| And smokes cigarettes | |
| He knows he can't afford | |
| He's got no regrets | |
| Says he's doing quite well | |
| But every old man | |
| Has a story to tell |
| zuo qu : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
| I met an old man one night in a bar | |
| He was sitting alone | |
| The way men his age always are | |
| His movements were slow | |
| Didn' t speak very well | |
| But every old man has a story to tell | |
| He lived by the book | |
| Went to church every day | |
| But his wife left him young | |
| With two daughters and bills to pay | |
| He worked himself hard | |
| And the years flickered past | |
| His girls kept him young | |
| But they grew up so fast | |
| Prodigal faith always felt second best | |
| When she turned seventeen | |
| She took her coat and her camera | |
| And headed west | |
| It broke her dad' s heart | |
| But as he likes to say | |
| With enough time apart | |
| Even faith fades away | |
| Jenny met | |
| Ray in his last days ashore | |
| They married in | |
| May And that | |
| August he joined the war | |
| He said Jenny don' t cry | |
| I' ll be home in the fall | |
| So she held her head high | |
| And said nothing at all | |
| Then he got in a plane | |
| Took it up in the air | |
| It never came down | |
| For all she knows it' s stlil | |
| Flying around up there | |
| Then Jenny went wrong | |
| And the last that | |
| I heard It' s been seven years long | |
| Since she uttered a word | |
| Seven years gone | |
| Since she uttered a word | |
| Now her father just sits | |
| All alone at the bar | |
| He orders his drinks | |
| And smokes cigarettes | |
| He knows he can' t afford | |
| He' s got no regrets | |
| Says he' s doing quite well | |
| But every old man | |
| Has a story to tell |
| zuò qǔ : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
| I met an old man one night in a bar | |
| He was sitting alone | |
| The way men his age always are | |
| His movements were slow | |
| Didn' t speak very well | |
| But every old man has a story to tell | |
| He lived by the book | |
| Went to church every day | |
| But his wife left him young | |
| With two daughters and bills to pay | |
| He worked himself hard | |
| And the years flickered past | |
| His girls kept him young | |
| But they grew up so fast | |
| Prodigal faith always felt second best | |
| When she turned seventeen | |
| She took her coat and her camera | |
| And headed west | |
| It broke her dad' s heart | |
| But as he likes to say | |
| With enough time apart | |
| Even faith fades away | |
| Jenny met | |
| Ray in his last days ashore | |
| They married in | |
| May And that | |
| August he joined the war | |
| He said Jenny don' t cry | |
| I' ll be home in the fall | |
| So she held her head high | |
| And said nothing at all | |
| Then he got in a plane | |
| Took it up in the air | |
| It never came down | |
| For all she knows it' s stlil | |
| Flying around up there | |
| Then Jenny went wrong | |
| And the last that | |
| I heard It' s been seven years long | |
| Since she uttered a word | |
| Seven years gone | |
| Since she uttered a word | |
| Now her father just sits | |
| All alone at the bar | |
| He orders his drinks | |
| And smokes cigarettes | |
| He knows he can' t afford | |
| He' s got no regrets | |
| Says he' s doing quite well | |
| But every old man | |
| Has a story to tell |