Me I’m Feeling the Same - Guy Clark

My father had a Randall knife My mother gave it to him When he went off to WWII To save us all from ruin If you've ever held a Randall knife Then you know my fa

I'd rather sleep in a box like a bum on the street Than a fine feather bed without your little ol' cold feet And I'd rather be deaf dumb and stone blind Than

I wish I was in Austin In the Chili Parlour Bar Drinkin' Mad Dog Margaritas And not carin' where you are But here I sit in Dublin Just rollin' cigarettes Holdin

Black Haired Boy - Guy Clark 以下歌词翻译由文曲大模型提供 He's a black haired boy of some confusion 他是个迷惘的黑发少年 And he makes no excuse for the things t