| Song | Billy Austin |
| Artist | Steve Earle |
| Album | Shut Up and Die Like an Aviator [live] |
| 作词 : Earle | |
| My name is billy austin | |
| I'm twenty-nine years old | |
| I was born in oklahoma | |
| Quarter cherokee i'm told | |
| Don't remember oklahoma | |
| Been so long since i left home | |
| Seems like i've always been in prison | |
| Like i've always been alone | |
| Didn't mean to hurt nobody | |
| Never thought i'd cross that line | |
| I held up a filling station | |
| Like i'd done a hundred times | |
| The kid done like i told him | |
| He lay face down on the floor | |
| Guess i'll never know what made me | |
| Turn and walk back through that door | |
| The shot rang out like thunder | |
| My ears rang like a bell | |
| No one came runnin' | |
| So i called the cops myself | |
| Took their time to get there | |
| And i guess i could'a run | |
| I knew i should be feeling something | |
| But i never shed tear one | |
| I didn't even make the papers | |
| 'cause i only killed one man | |
| But my trial was over quickly | |
| And then the long hard wait began | |
| Court appointed lawyer | |
| Couldn't look me in the eye | |
| He just stood up and closed his briefcase | |
| When they sentenced me to die | |
| Now my waitin's over | |
| As the final hour drags by | |
| I ain't about to tell you | |
| That i don't deserve to die | |
| But there's twenty-seven men here | |
| Mostly black, brown and poor | |
| Most of em are guilty | |
| Who are you to say for sure? | |
| So when the preacher comes to get me | |
| And they shave off all my hair | |
| Could you take that long walk with me | |
| Knowing hell is waitin' there | |
| Could you pull that switch yourself sir | |
| With a sure and steady hand | |
| Could you still tell youself | |
| That you're better than i am | |
| My name is billy austin | |
| I'm twenty-nine years old | |
| I was born in oklahoma | |
| Quarter cherokee i'm told |
| zuò cí : Earle | |
| My name is billy austin | |
| I' m twentynine years old | |
| I was born in oklahoma | |
| Quarter cherokee i' m told | |
| Don' t remember oklahoma | |
| Been so long since i left home | |
| Seems like i' ve always been in prison | |
| Like i' ve always been alone | |
| Didn' t mean to hurt nobody | |
| Never thought i' d cross that line | |
| I held up a filling station | |
| Like i' d done a hundred times | |
| The kid done like i told him | |
| He lay face down on the floor | |
| Guess i' ll never know what made me | |
| Turn and walk back through that door | |
| The shot rang out like thunder | |
| My ears rang like a bell | |
| No one came runnin' | |
| So i called the cops myself | |
| Took their time to get there | |
| And i guess i could' a run | |
| I knew i should be feeling something | |
| But i never shed tear one | |
| I didn' t even make the papers | |
| ' cause i only killed one man | |
| But my trial was over quickly | |
| And then the long hard wait began | |
| Court appointed lawyer | |
| Couldn' t look me in the eye | |
| He just stood up and closed his briefcase | |
| When they sentenced me to die | |
| Now my waitin' s over | |
| As the final hour drags by | |
| I ain' t about to tell you | |
| That i don' t deserve to die | |
| But there' s twentyseven men here | |
| Mostly black, brown and poor | |
| Most of em are guilty | |
| Who are you to say for sure? | |
| So when the preacher comes to get me | |
| And they shave off all my hair | |
| Could you take that long walk with me | |
| Knowing hell is waitin' there | |
| Could you pull that switch yourself sir | |
| With a sure and steady hand | |
| Could you still tell youself | |
| That you' re better than i am | |
| My name is billy austin | |
| I' m twentynine years old | |
| I was born in oklahoma | |
| Quarter cherokee i' m told |