Tom Ames' Prayer Lyrics
| Song | Tom Ames' Prayer |
| Artist | Steve Earle |
| Album | Together at the Bluebird Café |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Earle | |
| Everyone in nacadoches knew tom ames would come to some bad end | |
| Well the sheriff had cought him stealin' chickens and such | |
| By the time that he was ten | |
| And one day his daddy took a ten dollar bill | |
| And he tucked it in his hand | |
| He said i can tell you're headed for trouble son | |
| And your momma wouldn't understand | |
| So he took that money and his brothers old bay | |
| And he left without a word of thanks | |
| Fell in with a crowd in some border town | |
| And took to robbin' banks | |
| Outside the law your luck will run out fast | |
| And a few years came and went | |
| 'till he's trapped in an alley in abilene | |
| With all but four shells spent | |
| And he realized prayin' was the only thing | |
| That he hadn't ever tried | |
| Well he wasn't sure he knew quite how | |
| But he looked up to the sky | |
| Said you don't owe me nothin' and as far as i know | |
| Lord don't owe nothin' to you | |
| And i ain't askin' for a miracle lord | |
| Just a little bit of luck will do | |
| And you know i ain't never prayed before | |
| But it always seemed to me | |
| If prayin' is the same as beggin' lord | |
| I don't take no charity | |
| Yeah but right now lord with my back to the wall | |
| Can't help but recall | |
| How they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse | |
| In fort smith arkansas | |
| Judge parker said guilty and the gavel came down | |
| Just like a cannon shot | |
| And i went away quietly | |
| And i began to file and plot | |
| Well they sent the preacher down to my cell | |
| He said the lord is your only hope | |
| He's the only friend that you gonna have | |
| When you hit the end of parker's rope | |
| Well i guess he coulda' kept on preachin' 'till christmas | |
| But he turned his back on me | |
| I put a home made blade to that golden throat | |
| And asked the deputy for the key | |
| Well it ain't the first close call i ever had | |
| I'm sure you already know | |
| I had some help from you lord and the devil himself | |
| It's been strictly touch and go | |
| Yeah but who in the hell am i talkin' to | |
| There ain't no one here but me | |
| Then he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt | |
| And he walked out in the street |
| zuo ci : Earle | |
| Everyone in nacadoches knew tom ames would come to some bad end | |
| Well the sheriff had cought him stealin' chickens and such | |
| By the time that he was ten | |
| And one day his daddy took a ten dollar bill | |
| And he tucked it in his hand | |
| He said i can tell you' re headed for trouble son | |
| And your momma wouldn' t understand | |
| So he took that money and his brothers old bay | |
| And he left without a word of thanks | |
| Fell in with a crowd in some border town | |
| And took to robbin' banks | |
| Outside the law your luck will run out fast | |
| And a few years came and went | |
| ' till he' s trapped in an alley in abilene | |
| With all but four shells spent | |
| And he realized prayin' was the only thing | |
| That he hadn' t ever tried | |
| Well he wasn' t sure he knew quite how | |
| But he looked up to the sky | |
| Said you don' t owe me nothin' and as far as i know | |
| Lord don' t owe nothin' to you | |
| And i ain' t askin' for a miracle lord | |
| Just a little bit of luck will do | |
| And you know i ain' t never prayed before | |
| But it always seemed to me | |
| If prayin' is the same as beggin' lord | |
| I don' t take no charity | |
| Yeah but right now lord with my back to the wall | |
| Can' t help but recall | |
| How they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse | |
| In fort smith arkansas | |
| Judge parker said guilty and the gavel came down | |
| Just like a cannon shot | |
| And i went away quietly | |
| And i began to file and plot | |
| Well they sent the preacher down to my cell | |
| He said the lord is your only hope | |
| He' s the only friend that you gonna have | |
| When you hit the end of parker' s rope | |
| Well i guess he coulda' kept on preachin' ' till christmas | |
| But he turned his back on me | |
| I put a home made blade to that golden throat | |
| And asked the deputy for the key | |
| Well it ain' t the first close call i ever had | |
| I' m sure you already know | |
| I had some help from you lord and the devil himself | |
| It' s been strictly touch and go | |
| Yeah but who in the hell am i talkin' to | |
| There ain' t no one here but me | |
| Then he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt | |
| And he walked out in the street |
| zuò cí : Earle | |
| Everyone in nacadoches knew tom ames would come to some bad end | |
| Well the sheriff had cought him stealin' chickens and such | |
| By the time that he was ten | |
| And one day his daddy took a ten dollar bill | |
| And he tucked it in his hand | |
| He said i can tell you' re headed for trouble son | |
| And your momma wouldn' t understand | |
| So he took that money and his brothers old bay | |
| And he left without a word of thanks | |
| Fell in with a crowd in some border town | |
| And took to robbin' banks | |
| Outside the law your luck will run out fast | |
| And a few years came and went | |
| ' till he' s trapped in an alley in abilene | |
| With all but four shells spent | |
| And he realized prayin' was the only thing | |
| That he hadn' t ever tried | |
| Well he wasn' t sure he knew quite how | |
| But he looked up to the sky | |
| Said you don' t owe me nothin' and as far as i know | |
| Lord don' t owe nothin' to you | |
| And i ain' t askin' for a miracle lord | |
| Just a little bit of luck will do | |
| And you know i ain' t never prayed before | |
| But it always seemed to me | |
| If prayin' is the same as beggin' lord | |
| I don' t take no charity | |
| Yeah but right now lord with my back to the wall | |
| Can' t help but recall | |
| How they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse | |
| In fort smith arkansas | |
| Judge parker said guilty and the gavel came down | |
| Just like a cannon shot | |
| And i went away quietly | |
| And i began to file and plot | |
| Well they sent the preacher down to my cell | |
| He said the lord is your only hope | |
| He' s the only friend that you gonna have | |
| When you hit the end of parker' s rope | |
| Well i guess he coulda' kept on preachin' ' till christmas | |
| But he turned his back on me | |
| I put a home made blade to that golden throat | |
| And asked the deputy for the key | |
| Well it ain' t the first close call i ever had | |
| I' m sure you already know | |
| I had some help from you lord and the devil himself | |
| It' s been strictly touch and go | |
| Yeah but who in the hell am i talkin' to | |
| There ain' t no one here but me | |
| Then he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt | |
| And he walked out in the street |
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