| Song | Daddy's Farm |
| Artist | Shooter Jennings |
| Album | Bad Magick:The Best of Shooter Jennings and the 357's |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Waylon Albright Jennings | |
| There's a piggy waitin' outside my door | |
| Who's a knockin' and a yellin' that he's gonna use force | |
| Well, I moved to town just a while ago | |
| And I got in a mess and | |
| I can't lay low | |
| Back home all | |
| I had was my guitar | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy's farm | |
| Sittin' on the front porch 'til the evenin' come | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy's farm | |
| Well, my old girl was | |
| Cadillac She was long and sleek and dressed in black | |
| But I caught her cruisin' with another dude | |
| So I shot 'em down with my blue .22 | |
| Back home all | |
| I had was my guitar | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy's farm | |
| Sittin' on the front porch 'til the evenin' come | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy's farm, on | |
| Daddy's farm | |
| But now they got me runnin' and they got me to my home | |
| But I won't go, | |
| I won't go | |
| Chitty-chitty bang-bang, and | |
| I hit at the floor | |
| Two little piggies bust down my door | |
| The first little piggy went down | |
| The second little piggy started poppin' off rounds | |
| I make a break for the parking lot | |
| I heard some people talkin' how somebody got shot | |
| They're never gonna see it my way | |
| So I break for the truck and headed on the highway | |
| I must have got it up to 108 | |
| Before three little piggies headed me off the interstate | |
| It's gettin' hot, | |
| I'm gettin' hot | |
| I don't know where to go, | |
| I don't know what | |
| I got, but | |
| Back home all | |
| I had was my guitar | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy's farm | |
| Sittin' on the front porch 'til the evenin' come | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy's farm | |
| Yeah, on Daddy's farm, yeah, on | |
| Daddy's farm |
| zuo qu : Waylon Albright Jennings | |
| There' s a piggy waitin' outside my door | |
| Who' s a knockin' and a yellin' that he' s gonna use force | |
| Well, I moved to town just a while ago | |
| And I got in a mess and | |
| I can' t lay low | |
| Back home all | |
| I had was my guitar | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| Sittin' on the front porch ' til the evenin' come | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| Well, my old girl was | |
| Cadillac She was long and sleek and dressed in black | |
| But I caught her cruisin' with another dude | |
| So I shot ' em down with my blue . 22 | |
| Back home all | |
| I had was my guitar | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| Sittin' on the front porch ' til the evenin' come | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm, on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| But now they got me runnin' and they got me to my home | |
| But I won' t go, | |
| I won' t go | |
| Chittychitty bangbang, and | |
| I hit at the floor | |
| Two little piggies bust down my door | |
| The first little piggy went down | |
| The second little piggy started poppin' off rounds | |
| I make a break for the parking lot | |
| I heard some people talkin' how somebody got shot | |
| They' re never gonna see it my way | |
| So I break for the truck and headed on the highway | |
| I must have got it up to 108 | |
| Before three little piggies headed me off the interstate | |
| It' s gettin' hot, | |
| I' m gettin' hot | |
| I don' t know where to go, | |
| I don' t know what | |
| I got, but | |
| Back home all | |
| I had was my guitar | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| Sittin' on the front porch ' til the evenin' come | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| Yeah, on Daddy' s farm, yeah, on | |
| Daddy' s farm |
| zuò qǔ : Waylon Albright Jennings | |
| There' s a piggy waitin' outside my door | |
| Who' s a knockin' and a yellin' that he' s gonna use force | |
| Well, I moved to town just a while ago | |
| And I got in a mess and | |
| I can' t lay low | |
| Back home all | |
| I had was my guitar | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| Sittin' on the front porch ' til the evenin' come | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| Well, my old girl was | |
| Cadillac She was long and sleek and dressed in black | |
| But I caught her cruisin' with another dude | |
| So I shot ' em down with my blue . 22 | |
| Back home all | |
| I had was my guitar | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| Sittin' on the front porch ' til the evenin' come | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm, on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| But now they got me runnin' and they got me to my home | |
| But I won' t go, | |
| I won' t go | |
| Chittychitty bangbang, and | |
| I hit at the floor | |
| Two little piggies bust down my door | |
| The first little piggy went down | |
| The second little piggy started poppin' off rounds | |
| I make a break for the parking lot | |
| I heard some people talkin' how somebody got shot | |
| They' re never gonna see it my way | |
| So I break for the truck and headed on the highway | |
| I must have got it up to 108 | |
| Before three little piggies headed me off the interstate | |
| It' s gettin' hot, | |
| I' m gettin' hot | |
| I don' t know where to go, | |
| I don' t know what | |
| I got, but | |
| Back home all | |
| I had was my guitar | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| Sittin' on the front porch ' til the evenin' come | |
| Livin' in the backwoods on | |
| Daddy' s farm | |
| Yeah, on Daddy' s farm, yeah, on | |
| Daddy' s farm |