| Song | Return Of The Grievous Angel |
| Artist | Gram Parsons |
| Album | The Complete Reprise Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Parsons | |
| Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich | |
| And welcome me back to town | |
| Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor | |
| And I'll show you how it all went down | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, and I remember something you once told me | |
| And I'll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
| 'Cause I headed West to grow up with the country | |
| Across those prairies with the waves of grain | |
| And I saw my devil, | |
| and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet from | |
| Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| We flew straight across that river bridge, | |
| last night a half past two | |
| The switchman wave his lantern goodbye | |
| and so long as we went rolling through | |
| Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel | |
| And now I know just what I have to do | |
| And the man on the radio won't leave me alone | |
| He wants to take my money for something | |
| that I've never been shown | |
| And I saw my devil, | |
| and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet from | |
| Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| The news I could bring I met up with the king | |
| On his head an amphetamine crown | |
| He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt | |
| And lighted out for some desert town | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, but I remembered something you once told me | |
| And I'll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you |
| zuo ci : Brown, Parsons | |
| Won' t you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich | |
| And welcome me back to town | |
| Come out on your porch or I' ll step into your parlor | |
| And I' ll show you how it all went down | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, and I remember something you once told me | |
| And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
| ' Cause I headed West to grow up with the country | |
| Across those prairies with the waves of grain | |
| And I saw my devil, | |
| and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet from | |
| Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| We flew straight across that river bridge, | |
| last night a half past two | |
| The switchman wave his lantern goodbye | |
| and so long as we went rolling through | |
| Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel | |
| And now I know just what I have to do | |
| And the man on the radio won' t leave me alone | |
| He wants to take my money for something | |
| that I' ve never been shown | |
| And I saw my devil, | |
| and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet from | |
| Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| The news I could bring I met up with the king | |
| On his head an amphetamine crown | |
| He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt | |
| And lighted out for some desert town | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, but I remembered something you once told me | |
| And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you |
| zuò cí : Brown, Parsons | |
| Won' t you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich | |
| And welcome me back to town | |
| Come out on your porch or I' ll step into your parlor | |
| And I' ll show you how it all went down | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, and I remember something you once told me | |
| And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
| ' Cause I headed West to grow up with the country | |
| Across those prairies with the waves of grain | |
| And I saw my devil, | |
| and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet from | |
| Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| We flew straight across that river bridge, | |
| last night a half past two | |
| The switchman wave his lantern goodbye | |
| and so long as we went rolling through | |
| Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel | |
| And now I know just what I have to do | |
| And the man on the radio won' t leave me alone | |
| He wants to take my money for something | |
| that I' ve never been shown | |
| And I saw my devil, | |
| and I saw my deep blue sea | |
| And I thought about a calico bonnet from | |
| Cheyenne to Tennessee | |
| The news I could bring I met up with the king | |
| On his head an amphetamine crown | |
| He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt | |
| And lighted out for some desert town | |
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | |
| And a good saloon in every single town | |
| Oh, but I remembered something you once told me | |
| And I' ll be damned if it did not come true | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | |
| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down | |
| And they all lead me straight back home to you |