| Song | Billy, Boney and Ma |
| Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
| Album | No Deeper Blue |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Well, billy went down to the battleground | |
| To find a little trinket he could call his own | |
| Didn't see nothin' lying around | |
| He decided he'd dig awhile | |
| Well he dug her up and he dug her down | |
| 'fore too long he found some bones | |
| Poor little billy couldn't make a sound | |
| When the bones sat up and smiled | |
| Oh billy you seem like a fine young man | |
| No reason to be a tremblin' soul | |
| Come over here and shake my hand | |
| Make my proud acquaintance | |
| Well billy he was stunned he could hardly stand | |
| Whether he could move he didn't know | |
| But he knew he had to formulate some kinda plan | |
| Or try the boneman's patience | |
| The first thing he wanted to do was breathe | |
| So he gulped in some of that battleground air | |
| Next thing he wanted to do was leave | |
| But billy wasn't raised up rude | |
| Well the boneman grunted and he gave a heave | |
| All of a sudden he was loomin' there | |
| Shakin off dirt and actin pleased | |
| Things didn't look too good | |
| Well billy decided what the hell | |
| You don't meet a boneman every day | |
| A little bit skinny but you never can tell | |
| He might be a pretty good guy | |
| Well they started off with the old soft sell | |
| 'fore too long they were jawin' away | |
| By the time the darkness fell | |
| They were seein' socket to eye | |
| They decided right then on a life of crime | |
| With the boneman's looks and billy's brains | |
| They could scare old scrooge out of his last dime | |
| Might as well have a go | |
| Billy he would picked the place and time | |
| From the corner store to the railroad train | |
| Boney'd flash him a smile sublime | |
| And billy he'd grab the dough | |
| They decided they might as well start right then | |
| Time's awastin' so they say | |
| They headed for the park | |
| Where the lights are dim | |
| And only the foolish tread | |
| He was whistlin' a tune | |
| When they spotted him strollin' along | |
| So plump and gay | |
| Boney gave him a great big grin | |
| And billy snagged his bread | |
| Next come a lady of the night | |
| Boney saddled up and said hello | |
| Gave the poor thing such a terrible fright | |
| She fainted dead away | |
| Billy lifted her purse and her earrings bright | |
| Diamond rings and watch you know | |
| Couldn't figure out try as they might | |
| Why they'd ever worked a single day | |
| Billy's plans ended up in ruin you know | |
| They were workin' a quaint little neighborhood | |
| Spied an old lady about eighty or so | |
| Almost looked too easy | |
| Boney put on a pretty good show | |
| The little ol' lady didn't see too good | |
| My kind sir your all bones you know | |
| You need something hot and greasy | |
| Grabbed ol' boney drug him inside | |
| Billy peeked in through the window sill | |
| She fed him boiled and baked and fried | |
| Ol' boney he's chewin like crazy | |
| He gobbled up everything he tried | |
| Pounds added on like you know they will | |
| Billy laid down in the dirt and cried | |
| Watchin boney gettin fat and lazy | |
| Well billy's back workin his job by day | |
| Sleep'n nights it ain't so bad | |
| Never liked stealin anyway | |
| Kinda gives a guy the willies | |
| Boney and ma got a new cafe | |
| Best baked beans you ever had | |
| Ma's expecting any day | |
| And they say they're gonna name him billy |
| zuo ci : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Well, billy went down to the battleground | |
| To find a little trinket he could call his own | |
| Didn' t see nothin' lying around | |
| He decided he' d dig awhile | |
| Well he dug her up and he dug her down | |
| ' fore too long he found some bones | |
| Poor little billy couldn' t make a sound | |
| When the bones sat up and smiled | |
| Oh billy you seem like a fine young man | |
| No reason to be a tremblin' soul | |
| Come over here and shake my hand | |
| Make my proud acquaintance | |
| Well billy he was stunned he could hardly stand | |
| Whether he could move he didn' t know | |
| But he knew he had to formulate some kinda plan | |
| Or try the boneman' s patience | |
| The first thing he wanted to do was breathe | |
| So he gulped in some of that battleground air | |
| Next thing he wanted to do was leave | |
| But billy wasn' t raised up rude | |
| Well the boneman grunted and he gave a heave | |
| All of a sudden he was loomin' there | |
| Shakin off dirt and actin pleased | |
| Things didn' t look too good | |
| Well billy decided what the hell | |
| You don' t meet a boneman every day | |
| A little bit skinny but you never can tell | |
| He might be a pretty good guy | |
| Well they started off with the old soft sell | |
| ' fore too long they were jawin' away | |
| By the time the darkness fell | |
| They were seein' socket to eye | |
| They decided right then on a life of crime | |
| With the boneman' s looks and billy' s brains | |
| They could scare old scrooge out of his last dime | |
| Might as well have a go | |
| Billy he would picked the place and time | |
| From the corner store to the railroad train | |
| Boney' d flash him a smile sublime | |
| And billy he' d grab the dough | |
| They decided they might as well start right then | |
| Time' s awastin' so they say | |
| They headed for the park | |
| Where the lights are dim | |
| And only the foolish tread | |
| He was whistlin' a tune | |
| When they spotted him strollin' along | |
| So plump and gay | |
| Boney gave him a great big grin | |
| And billy snagged his bread | |
| Next come a lady of the night | |
| Boney saddled up and said hello | |
| Gave the poor thing such a terrible fright | |
| She fainted dead away | |
| Billy lifted her purse and her earrings bright | |
| Diamond rings and watch you know | |
| Couldn' t figure out try as they might | |
| Why they' d ever worked a single day | |
| Billy' s plans ended up in ruin you know | |
| They were workin' a quaint little neighborhood | |
| Spied an old lady about eighty or so | |
| Almost looked too easy | |
| Boney put on a pretty good show | |
| The little ol' lady didn' t see too good | |
| My kind sir your all bones you know | |
| You need something hot and greasy | |
| Grabbed ol' boney drug him inside | |
| Billy peeked in through the window sill | |
| She fed him boiled and baked and fried | |
| Ol' boney he' s chewin like crazy | |
| He gobbled up everything he tried | |
| Pounds added on like you know they will | |
| Billy laid down in the dirt and cried | |
| Watchin boney gettin fat and lazy | |
| Well billy' s back workin his job by day | |
| Sleep' n nights it ain' t so bad | |
| Never liked stealin anyway | |
| Kinda gives a guy the willies | |
| Boney and ma got a new cafe | |
| Best baked beans you ever had | |
| Ma' s expecting any day | |
| And they say they' re gonna name him billy |
| zuò cí : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Well, billy went down to the battleground | |
| To find a little trinket he could call his own | |
| Didn' t see nothin' lying around | |
| He decided he' d dig awhile | |
| Well he dug her up and he dug her down | |
| ' fore too long he found some bones | |
| Poor little billy couldn' t make a sound | |
| When the bones sat up and smiled | |
| Oh billy you seem like a fine young man | |
| No reason to be a tremblin' soul | |
| Come over here and shake my hand | |
| Make my proud acquaintance | |
| Well billy he was stunned he could hardly stand | |
| Whether he could move he didn' t know | |
| But he knew he had to formulate some kinda plan | |
| Or try the boneman' s patience | |
| The first thing he wanted to do was breathe | |
| So he gulped in some of that battleground air | |
| Next thing he wanted to do was leave | |
| But billy wasn' t raised up rude | |
| Well the boneman grunted and he gave a heave | |
| All of a sudden he was loomin' there | |
| Shakin off dirt and actin pleased | |
| Things didn' t look too good | |
| Well billy decided what the hell | |
| You don' t meet a boneman every day | |
| A little bit skinny but you never can tell | |
| He might be a pretty good guy | |
| Well they started off with the old soft sell | |
| ' fore too long they were jawin' away | |
| By the time the darkness fell | |
| They were seein' socket to eye | |
| They decided right then on a life of crime | |
| With the boneman' s looks and billy' s brains | |
| They could scare old scrooge out of his last dime | |
| Might as well have a go | |
| Billy he would picked the place and time | |
| From the corner store to the railroad train | |
| Boney' d flash him a smile sublime | |
| And billy he' d grab the dough | |
| They decided they might as well start right then | |
| Time' s awastin' so they say | |
| They headed for the park | |
| Where the lights are dim | |
| And only the foolish tread | |
| He was whistlin' a tune | |
| When they spotted him strollin' along | |
| So plump and gay | |
| Boney gave him a great big grin | |
| And billy snagged his bread | |
| Next come a lady of the night | |
| Boney saddled up and said hello | |
| Gave the poor thing such a terrible fright | |
| She fainted dead away | |
| Billy lifted her purse and her earrings bright | |
| Diamond rings and watch you know | |
| Couldn' t figure out try as they might | |
| Why they' d ever worked a single day | |
| Billy' s plans ended up in ruin you know | |
| They were workin' a quaint little neighborhood | |
| Spied an old lady about eighty or so | |
| Almost looked too easy | |
| Boney put on a pretty good show | |
| The little ol' lady didn' t see too good | |
| My kind sir your all bones you know | |
| You need something hot and greasy | |
| Grabbed ol' boney drug him inside | |
| Billy peeked in through the window sill | |
| She fed him boiled and baked and fried | |
| Ol' boney he' s chewin like crazy | |
| He gobbled up everything he tried | |
| Pounds added on like you know they will | |
| Billy laid down in the dirt and cried | |
| Watchin boney gettin fat and lazy | |
| Well billy' s back workin his job by day | |
| Sleep' n nights it ain' t so bad | |
| Never liked stealin anyway | |
| Kinda gives a guy the willies | |
| Boney and ma got a new cafe | |
| Best baked beans you ever had | |
| Ma' s expecting any day | |
| And they say they' re gonna name him billy |