| Song | Does Me No Good |
| Artist | William Elliott Whitmore |
| Album | Hymns for the Hopeless |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Whitmore | |
| Can I forgive my past transgressions | |
| Can I forgive my own past sins | |
| That's not likely | |
| No I will never feel the same again | |
| Well, it does me no good to say I'm sorry | |
| Although I am, for what it's worth | |
| But you can't hear me for you're resting | |
| Six feet under the cold black dirt | |
| Oh, them daisies they sure look pretty | |
| Blooming there by your stone | |
| They remind me that life continues | |
| And I'll never be alone | |
| I'd give my body, I'd give my soul | |
| For one more chance to make amends | |
| But that's not possible for my means | |
| could not justify my end | |
| It does me no good to sit and think of | |
| All the things that I done wrong | |
| It took me forever to remember | |
| what I should have known all along | |
| Well if you can hear my last confession | |
| If you can hear my final plea | |
| Oh, although I never showed it | |
| Oh, you meant the world to me | |
| It does me no good to recollect on | |
| All that whiskey has done been spilt | |
| And my boat ain't gonna float | |
| all weighed down by them bricks of guilt |
| zuo ci : Whitmore | |
| Can I forgive my past transgressions | |
| Can I forgive my own past sins | |
| That' s not likely | |
| No I will never feel the same again | |
| Well, it does me no good to say I' m sorry | |
| Although I am, for what it' s worth | |
| But you can' t hear me for you' re resting | |
| Six feet under the cold black dirt | |
| Oh, them daisies they sure look pretty | |
| Blooming there by your stone | |
| They remind me that life continues | |
| And I' ll never be alone | |
| I' d give my body, I' d give my soul | |
| For one more chance to make amends | |
| But that' s not possible for my means | |
| could not justify my end | |
| It does me no good to sit and think of | |
| All the things that I done wrong | |
| It took me forever to remember | |
| what I should have known all along | |
| Well if you can hear my last confession | |
| If you can hear my final plea | |
| Oh, although I never showed it | |
| Oh, you meant the world to me | |
| It does me no good to recollect on | |
| All that whiskey has done been spilt | |
| And my boat ain' t gonna float | |
| all weighed down by them bricks of guilt |
| zuò cí : Whitmore | |
| Can I forgive my past transgressions | |
| Can I forgive my own past sins | |
| That' s not likely | |
| No I will never feel the same again | |
| Well, it does me no good to say I' m sorry | |
| Although I am, for what it' s worth | |
| But you can' t hear me for you' re resting | |
| Six feet under the cold black dirt | |
| Oh, them daisies they sure look pretty | |
| Blooming there by your stone | |
| They remind me that life continues | |
| And I' ll never be alone | |
| I' d give my body, I' d give my soul | |
| For one more chance to make amends | |
| But that' s not possible for my means | |
| could not justify my end | |
| It does me no good to sit and think of | |
| All the things that I done wrong | |
| It took me forever to remember | |
| what I should have known all along | |
| Well if you can hear my last confession | |
| If you can hear my final plea | |
| Oh, although I never showed it | |
| Oh, you meant the world to me | |
| It does me no good to recollect on | |
| All that whiskey has done been spilt | |
| And my boat ain' t gonna float | |
| all weighed down by them bricks of guilt |