[00:00.00] 作词 : Sixto Rodriguez
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Sixto Rodriguez
[00:17.91]Going down a dirty inner city side road
[00:21.19]I plotted
[00:26.16]Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
[00:29.68]I nodded
[00:34.38]Looked up as the sky began to cry
[00:37.85]She shot it
[00:42.91]Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morning
[00:46.26]A cold fact
[00:50.81]Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag
[00:54.14]Won't go back
[00:58.72]Cause Papa don't allow no new ideas here
[01:06.72]And now he sees the news
[01:08.21]But the picture's not too clear
[01:15.11]Mama, Papa, stop
[01:16.26]Treasure what you got
[01:17.61]Soon you may be caught
[01:19.13]Without it
[01:23.80]The curfew's set for eight
[01:25.16]Will it ever all be straight
[01:27.12]I doubt it
[01:39.74]7 jealous fools playing by her rules
[01:42.91]Can't believe her
[01:47.60]He feels so in between
[01:49.08]Can't break the scene
[01:50.32]It would grieve her
[01:55.59]And that's the reason why he must cry
[01:59.02]He'll never leave her
[02:03.67]Crooked children, yellow chalk
[02:05.09]Writing on the concrete walk
[02:07.00]Their King died
[02:11.14]Drinking from a Judas cup
[02:12.74]Looking down but seeing up
[02:14.66]Sweet red wine
[02:18.83]Cause Papa don't allow no new ideas here
[02:26.54]And now you hear the music
[02:27.99]But the words don't sound too clear
[02:34.48]Mama, Papa, stop
[02:35.95]Treasure what you got
[02:37.31]Soon you may be caught
[02:38.70]Without it
[02:43.23]The curfew's set for eight
[02:44.79]Will it ever all be straight
[02:46.51]I doubt it
[02:51.36]Going down a dusty, Georgian side road
[02:54.51]I wonder
[02:58.94]The wind splashed in my face
[03:00.36]Can smell a trace
[03:02.32]Of thunder

作词 : Sixto Rodriguez
作曲 : Sixto Rodriguez
Going down a dirty inner city side road
I plotted
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
I nodded
Looked up as the sky began to cry
She shot it
Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morning
A cold fact
Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag
Won't go back
Cause Papa don't allow no new ideas here
And now he sees the news
But the picture's not too clear
Mama, Papa, stop
Treasure what you got
Soon you may be caught
Without it
The curfew's set for eight
Will it ever all be straight
I doubt it
7 jealous fools playing by her rules
Can't believe her
He feels so in between
Can't break the scene
It would grieve her
And that's the reason why he must cry
He'll never leave her
Crooked children, yellow chalk
Writing on the concrete walk
Their King died
Drinking from a Judas cup
Looking down but seeing up
Sweet red wine
Cause Papa don't allow no new ideas here
And now you hear the music
But the words don't sound too clear
Mama, Papa, stop
Treasure what you got
Soon you may be caught
Without it
The curfew's set for eight
Will it ever all be straight
I doubt it
Going down a dusty, Georgian side road
I wonder
The wind splashed in my face
Can smell a trace
Of thunder