《Seven Little Indians(Album Version)》歌词

[00:00:00] Seven Little Indians - John Hiatt (约翰·亥特)

[00:00:31] There were seven little Indians

[00:00:36] Livin' in a brick house on Central Avenue

[00:00:41] Gathered 'round their daddy

[00:00:43] Tellin' stories in the living room

[00:00:45] From a slightly unrealistic point of view

[00:00:50] Momma was off yonder in the kitchen somewhere

[00:00:55] Boiling up some hot water for them to all get up to their necks in

[00:01:00] The seven little Indians knew

[00:01:02] If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household

[00:01:06] Somehow it would not pass inspection

[00:01:20] Big chief railed on

[00:01:21] And spun his tales of brave conquest

[00:01:24] About the moving of his little band

[00:01:26] Up to Alaska where the caribou run free

[00:01:29] See he'd done time putting in telephone lines

[00:01:32] For the army during World War II

[00:01:35] And even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon

[00:01:38] For the little Indians to see

[00:01:40] And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves

[00:01:42] And a coat with beads around the collar

[00:01:45] His wife kept them in the mothballs

[00:01:48] Underneath the Hudson Bays

[00:01:49] And every once and a while he'd get wound up

[00:01:51] With one of his stories he'd put them all on

[00:01:54] And dance around in that blue TV screen light

[00:01:57] Like it was some campfire blazing away

[00:02:09] Well he stamped and he hollered

[00:02:11] But he could not stay warm in that living room

[00:02:14] And even the seven little Indians

[00:02:16] Well they could feel the chill

[00:02:19] And although everything always worked

[00:02:21] Out for the better in all of his stories

[00:02:23] In that old brick house it always felt like

[00:02:25] Something was movin' in for the kill

[00:02:29] Blazing like a trail

[00:02:31] Shot through the eyes of the seven little Indians

[00:02:34] Blazing like an arrow

[00:02:36] Shot (Incomprehensible) stronghold out in Arizona

[00:02:40] Blazing like the sheets of light dancing up in the sky

[00:02:43] Up above Anchorage

[00:02:45] Blazing like a star shot down to the ground

[00:02:48] Back home again in Indiana

[00:03:09] Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop

[00:03:12] They started dropping like flies

[00:03:14] The oldest little Indian got sick and vanished

[00:03:17] And the big chief went two years later

[00:03:19] And the mama raised the six little Indians up

[00:03:21] The best she could

[00:03:23] To be housewives musicians and insurance salesmen

[00:03:25] But they all shared this common denominator

[00:03:37] You see all the characters in the big chief's stories

[00:03:41] Were named after the seven little Indians

[00:03:44] And like I said in his stories everything

[00:03:46] Always worked out for the better

[00:03:48] And now as I'm telling this stuff to my own kids

[00:03:52] Dancing around the TV screen light

[00:03:54] Well I wish I had those mukluks those sealskin gloves

[00:03:59] And that coat with beads around the collar