Dixie Fried - Chris Isaak

作词 : Carl Perkins/Howard Griffin
作曲 : Carl Perkins/Howard Griffin
On the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot
Dan dropped in about five o'clock
Took off his coat, said "The night is short."
He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart
He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya!
Rave on, cats," he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried."
Dan got happy and he started raving
He jerked out a razor, but he wasn't shaving
And all the cats knew to jump and hop
He was born and raised in a butcher shop
He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya!
Rave on, cats," he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops is gone
Let's all get Dixie fried, fried, fried, yeah."
The cops heard Dan when he started to shout
They all ran in to see what it was about
And I heard him holler as they led him away
He turned his head and this is what he had to say
Hollered, "Rave on children, I'm with ya!
Rave on, cats," he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops is gone
Let's all get Dixie fried, fried, fried." Scotty!
Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw
And he let us all know he wasn't scared of the law
Through the black crossed bars, tossed a note to his dear
And it said "It ain't my fault, sugar, that I'm in here."
But He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you!
Rave on, cats," he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops ain't gone
And I've been Dixie fried."
编辑于2023/05/09更新