[00:00.000] 作词 : Don Henley
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Don Henley
[00:35.925]I used to work for harvester
[00:39.147]I used to use my hands
[00:42.778]I used to make the tractors
[00:45.267]The combines that plowed
[00:46.511]And harvested this great land
[00:49.538]Now I see my handi work on the block
[00:53.761]Everywhere I turn
[00:56.946]And I see the clouds cross the weathered faces
[01:00.940]And I watch the harvest burn
[01:09.065]I quit the plant in‘57
[01:12.384]Had some time for farmin' then
[01:16.245]Banks back then was lendin' money
[01:19.333]Banker was the farmer's friend
[01:22.885]I've seen dog days and dusty days
[01:26.681]Late spring snow and early fall sleet
[01:30.715]Held the leather reins in my hands
[01:34.165]Felt the soft ground under my feet
[01:37.568]Between the hot dry weather and the taxes
[01:40.200]And the cold war it's been
[01:42.061]Hard to make ends meet
[01:45.168]But I always put the clothes on out backs
[01:49.695]Always put the shoes on our feet
[01:57.148]The grandson he comes home from college
[01:59.969]He says we get the government we deserve
[02:04.290]Son in law just shakes his head
[02:07.333]And says that little punk
[02:09.151]He never had to serve
[02:11.060]And I sit here
[02:13.023]In the shadow of suburbs
[02:15.253]Look out across these empty fields
[02:18.824]I sit here
[02:20.436]In earshot of the bypass and all night
[02:24.092]I listen to the rushin' of the wheels
[02:45.429]The big boys they all got computers
[02:48.965]Got incorporated too
[02:53.157]Me I just know how to raise things
[02:55.943]That was all I ever knew
[03:00.021]Now it all comes down to numbers
[03:03.656]Now I'm glad that I have quit
[03:07.735]Folks these days just don't do nothin'
[03:11.240]Simply for the love of it
[03:18.705]Went into town of the fourth of July
[03:22.133]Watched 'em parade past the union Jack
[03:25.526]Watched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drum
[03:29.461]One step forward and two steps back
[03:32.514]And I saw a sign on easy street
[03:36.217]Said be prepared to stop
[03:38.777]Pray for the independent little man
[03:43.303]I don't see next year's crop
[03:46.972]And I sit here
[03:49.300]On the back porch in the twilight
[03:51.329]And I hear the crickets hum
[03:55.001]I sit and watch the lightning in the distance
[03:58.355]But the showers never come
[04:02.099]I sit here
[04:04.066]Listen to the wind blow
[04:05.784]I sit here
[04:07.450]And rub my hands
[04:09.073]I sit here
[04:11.188]Listen to the clock strike
[04:13.442]And I wonder when I'll see my companion again

作词 : Don Henley
作曲 : Don Henley
I used to work for harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors
The combines that plowed
And harvested this great land
Now I see my handi work on the block
Everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds cross the weathered faces
And I watch the harvest burn
I quit the plant in‘57
Had some time for farmin' then
Banks back then was lendin' money
Banker was the farmer's friend
I've seen dog days and dusty days
Late spring snow and early fall sleet
Held the leather reins in my hands
Felt the soft ground under my feet
Between the hot dry weather and the taxes
And the cold war it's been
Hard to make ends meet
But I always put the clothes on out backs
Always put the shoes on our feet
The grandson he comes home from college
He says we get the government we deserve
Son in law just shakes his head
And says that little punk
He never had to serve
And I sit here
In the shadow of suburbs
Look out across these empty fields
I sit here
In earshot of the bypass and all night
I listen to the rushin' of the wheels
The big boys they all got computers
Got incorporated too
Me I just know how to raise things
That was all I ever knew
Now it all comes down to numbers
Now I'm glad that I have quit
Folks these days just don't do nothin'
Simply for the love of it
Went into town of the fourth of July
Watched 'em parade past the union Jack
Watched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drum
One step forward and two steps back
And I saw a sign on easy street
Said be prepared to stop
Pray for the independent little man
I don't see next year's crop
And I sit here
On the back porch in the twilight
And I hear the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance
But the showers never come
I sit here
Listen to the wind blow
I sit here
And rub my hands
I sit here
Listen to the clock strike
And I wonder when I'll see my companion again