《Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie(Live)》歌词

[00:07:07] When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb

[00:07:07] When you think you're too old too young too smart or too dumb

[00:07:07] When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace

[00:07:07] In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race

[00:07:07] No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up

[00:07:07] If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

[00:07:07] If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on

[00:07:07] And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone

[00:07:07] And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it

[00:07:07] And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it

[00:07:07] And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long

[00:07:07] And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong

[00:07:07] And lonesome comes up as down goes the day

[00:07:07] And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

[00:07:07] And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'

[00:07:07] And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'

[00:07:07] And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys

[00:07:07] Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys

[00:07:07] And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'

[00:07:07] And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'

[00:07:07] And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'

[00:07:07] And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

[00:07:07] And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm

[00:07:07] And to yourself you sometimes say

[00:07:07] 'I never knew it was gonna be this way

[00:07:07] Why didn't they tell me the day I was born

[00:07:07] And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat

[00:07:07] And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet

[00:07:07] And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air

[00:07:07] And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare

[00:07:07] And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying

[00:07:07] And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'

[00:07:07] And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet

[00:07:07] And you need it badly but it lays on the street

[00:07:07] And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat

[00:07:07] And you think yer ears might a been hurt

[00:07:07] Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt

[00:07:07] And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush

[00:07:07] When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush

[00:07:07] And all the time you were holdin' three queens

[00:07:07] And it's makin you mad it's makin' you mean

[00:07:07] Like in the middle of Life magazine

[00:07:07] Bouncin' around a pinball machine

[00:07:07] And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying

[00:07:07] That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'

[00:07:07] But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head

[00:07:07] And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed

[00:07:07] And no matter how you try you just can't say it

[00:07:07] And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it

[00:07:07] And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head

[00:07:07] And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

[00:07:07] And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth

[00:07:07] And his jaws start closin with you underneath

[00:07:07] And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind

[00:07:07] And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign

[00:07:07] And you say to yourself just what am I doin'

[00:07:07] On this road I'm walkin' on this trail I'm turnin'

[00:07:07] On this curve I'm hanging

[00:07:07] On this pathway I'm strolling in the space I'm taking

[00:07:07] In this air I'm inhaling

[00:07:07] Am I mixed up too much am I mixed up too hard

[00:07:07] Why am I walking where am I running

[00:07:07] What am I saying what am I knowing

[00:07:07] On this guitar I'm playing on this banjo I'm frailin'

[00:07:07] On this mandolin I'm strummin' in the song I'm singin'

[00:07:07] In the tune I'm hummin' in the words I'm writin'

[00:07:07] In the words that I'm thinkin'

[00:07:07] In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'

[00:07:07] Who am I helping what am I breaking

[00:07:07] What am I giving what am I taking

[00:07:07] But you try with your whole soul best

[00:07:07] Never to think these thoughts and never to let

[00:07:07] Them kind of thoughts gain ground

[00:07:07] Or make yer heart pound

[00:07:07] But then again you know why they're around

[00:07:07] Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

[00:07:07] 'Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping

[00:07:07] And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping

[00:07:07] And you jump from yer bed from yer last chapter of dreamin'

[00:07:07] And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking

[00:07:07] If that was you in the dream that was screaming

[00:07:07] And you know that it's something special you're needin'

[00:07:07] And you know that there's no d**g that'll do for the healin'

[00:07:07] And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding

[00:07:07] And you need something special

[00:07:07] Yeah you need something special all right

[00:07:07] You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track

[00:07:07] To shoot you someplace and shoot you back

[00:07:07] You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler

[00:07:07] That's been banging and booming and blowing forever

[00:07:07] That knows yer troubles a hundred times over

[00:07:07] You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race

[00:07:07] That won't laugh at yer looks

[00:07:07] Your voice or your face

[00:07:07] And by any number of bets in the book

[00:07:07] Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze

[00:07:07] You need something to open up a new door

[00:07:07] To show you something you seen before

[00:07:07] But overlooked a hundred times or more

[00:07:07] You need something to open your eyes

[00:07:07] You need something to make it known

[00:07:07] That it's you and no one else that owns

[00:07:07] That spot that yer standing that space that you're sitting

[00:07:07] That the world ain't got you beat

[00:07:07] That it ain't got you licked

[00:07:07] It can't get you crazy no matter how many

[00:07:07] Times you might get kicked

[00:07:07] You need something special all right

[00:07:07] You need something special to give you hope

[00:07:07] But hope's just a word

[00:07:07] That maybe you said or maybe you heard

[00:07:07] On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve

[00:07:07] But that's what you need man and you need it bad

[00:07:07] And yer trouble is you know it too good

[00:07:07] 'Cause you look an' you start getting the chills

[00:07:07] 'Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

[00:07:07] And it ain't on Macy's window sill

[00:07:07] And it ain't on no rich kid's road map

[00:07:07] And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house

[00:07:07] And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ

[00:07:07] And it ain't on that dimlit stage

[00:07:07] With that half-wit comedian on it

[00:07:07] Ranting and raving and taking yer money

[00:07:07] And you thinks it's funny

[00:07:07] No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club

[00:07:07] And it ain't in the seats of a supper club

[00:07:07] And sure as hell you're bound to tell

[00:07:07] That no matter how hard you rub

[00:07:07] You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub

[00:07:07] No and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you

[00:07:07] And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you

[00:07:07] And it ain't in no cardboard-box house

[00:07:07] Or down any movie star's blouse

[00:07:07] And you can't find it on the golf course

[00:07:07] And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus

[00:07:07] And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes

[00:07:07] And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons

[00:07:07] And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices

[00:07:07] That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

[00:07:07] Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin

[00:07:07] Look at my skin shine look at my skin glow

[00:07:07] Look at my skin laugh look at my skin cry

[00:07:07] When you can't even sense if they got any insides

[00:07:07] These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows

[00:07:07] No you'll not now or no other day

[00:07:07] Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache

[00:07:07] BR&gt And inside it the people made of molasses

[00:07:07] That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

[00:07:07] And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies

[00:07:07] Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny

[00:07:07] Who breathe and burp and bend and crack

[00:07:07] And before you can count from one to ten

[00:07:07] Do it all over again but this time behind yer back

[00:07:07] My friend

[00:07:07] The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl

[00:07:07] And play games with each other in their sand-box world

[00:07:07] And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools

[00:07:07] That run around gallant

[00:07:07] And make all rules for the ones that got talent

[00:07:07] And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do

[00:07:07] And think they're foolin' you

[00:07:07] The ones who jump on the wagon

[00:07:07] Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style

[00:07:07] To get their kicks get out of it quick

[00:07:07] And make all kinds of rnoney and chicks

[00:07:07] And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat

[00:07:07] Sayin' Christ do I gotta be like that

[00:07:07] Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at

[00:07:07] Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel

[00:07:07] Good God Almighty

[00:07:07] THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL

[00:07:07] No but that ain't yer game it ain't even yer race

[00:07:07] You can't hear yer name you can't see yer face

[00:07:07] You gotta look some other place

[00:07:07] And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'

[00:07:07] Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'

[00:07:07] Where do you look for this oil well gushin'

[00:07:07] Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'

[00:07:07] Where do you look for this hope that you know is there

[00:07:07] And out there somewhere

[00:07:07] And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads

[00:07:07] Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows

[00:07:07] Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways

[00:07:07] You can touch and twist

[00:07:07] And turn two kinds of doorknobs

[00:07:07] You can either go to the church of your choice

[00:07:07] Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital

[00:07:07] You'll find God in the church of your choice

[00:07:07] You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

[00:07:07] And though it's only my opinion

[00:07:07] I may be right or wrong

[00:07:07] You'll find them both

[00:07:07] In the Grand Canyon

[00:07:07] At sundown