《Bonita And Bill Butler》歌词

[00:00:00] Bonita And Bill Butler - Alison Krauss

[00:00:07] I grew up in the scantling yards of

[00:00:10] Wheeling West Virginia

[00:00:14] A wheelhouse cub looking for an open door

[00:00:19] In the packet ways a Sweeney wed

[00:00:21] The keel of my Bonita

[00:00:25] Just two months from her timbers til she moored

[00:00:31] I paid the fare in billet on her maiden

[00:00:34] Voyage to Vicksburg

[00:00:37] And talked my way to hand the tiller on the course

[00:00:43] In her planks I carved a notch

[00:00:45] And sealed the vow “Be my Bonita”

[00:00:49] And her dowry was my life between the shores

[00:00:54] I was born with rouging ways

[00:00:57] And she steered me like a woman

[00:01:01] From the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray

[00:01:06] The calliope serenades

[00:01:09] Made the old towns come running

[00:01:12] And the boys would gamble shards to pull her chains

[00:01:18] The striker’s boast would fain me loss

[00:01:21] About the wrecks the shoals were keeping

[00:01:25] And how the old girl’s got poor Billy’s ransom saved

[00:01:54] On the lake at Bistineau she set the wharf at Dixie

[00:02:01] With a thousand bales of cotton on her main

[00:02:06] As the great raft disappeared the watermark went sinking

[00:02:12] And she was stuck right hard a listing on the bank

[00:02:18] With the furnace still a blaze I stood my last upon her

[00:02:25] Then climbed the prow and took a landsman’s trade

[00:02:30] “A derelict now Milady” said the watch log I’ve concorded

[00:02:36] “Have the bosun sound us eight bells for the change”

[00:02:42] Cause I was born with rouging ways

[00:02:45] And she steered me like a woman

[00:02:49] From the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray

[00:02:53] The calliope serenades made the old towns come running

[00:03:00] And the boys would gamble shards to pull her chains

[00:03:05] And I would take to wider walks

[00:03:08] So the gin I stopped a drinking

[00:03:13] At three scores aloft this crooked frame

[00:03:17] The striker’s boast would fain me loss

[00:03:20] About the wrecks the shoals were keeping

[00:03:24] And how the old girl’s got poor Billy’s ransom saved