Lobo Town Lyrics
von James McMurtry
In 'Lobo Town' schildert James McMurtry das Leben eines Mannes, der mit der Last seines Namens und seiner Herkunft kämpf... weiterlesen
Grand Daddy's good name
Fits like a shackle and a chain
And all them others, long dead
Still hanging 'round my head
Hard working kind of men
There's not a one left of them
There's only me, there's only mine
And I guess we're all the other kind
Throwin' dice and dippin' snuff
Out in a trailer back in the brush
Sippin' crown and smokin' weed
Huntin' hogs and cookin' speed
That's how we do it nowadays
No matter what the teachers used to say
Pass judgment if you dare
See if any of us care
You're goddamn right, you got no clue
So don't tell me I'm dying
That old black dog has got me down
And I can't get loose from Lobo Town
Post mistress is telling tales
While all the blue hairs come get their mail
Wonderin' why a boy like me
Gets into trouble, well let me see
They might be kinder if I were poor
But they might only hate me more
When they only know you by your car
It's who you come from not who you are
Two hundred channels on a big TV
Won't fill the holes inside of me
I'm getting twisted, I'm getting sick
I need some help and I need it quick
'Cause I can feel the curtain fall
When won't no one return my calls
I used 'em hard and I used 'em up
I never will amount to much
You're goddamn right, you got no clue
So don't tell me I'm dying
That old black dog has got me down
And I can't get loose from Lobo Town
I'll take the house and the land
I'm gonna list it, get what I can
Sell the horses, sell the cows
Sell 'em all, sell 'em now
Fits like a shackle and a chain
And all them others, long dead
Still hanging 'round my head
Hard working kind of men
There's not a one left of them
There's only me, there's only mine
And I guess we're all the other kind
Throwin' dice and dippin' snuff
Out in a trailer back in the brush
Sippin' crown and smokin' weed
Huntin' hogs and cookin' speed
That's how we do it nowadays
No matter what the teachers used to say
Pass judgment if you dare
See if any of us care
You're goddamn right, you got no clue
So don't tell me I'm dying
That old black dog has got me down
And I can't get loose from Lobo Town
Post mistress is telling tales
While all the blue hairs come get their mail
Wonderin' why a boy like me
Gets into trouble, well let me see
They might be kinder if I were poor
But they might only hate me more
When they only know you by your car
It's who you come from not who you are
Two hundred channels on a big TV
Won't fill the holes inside of me
I'm getting twisted, I'm getting sick
I need some help and I need it quick
'Cause I can feel the curtain fall
When won't no one return my calls
I used 'em hard and I used 'em up
I never will amount to much
You're goddamn right, you got no clue
So don't tell me I'm dying
That old black dog has got me down
And I can't get loose from Lobo Town
I'll take the house and the land
I'm gonna list it, get what I can
Sell the horses, sell the cows
Sell 'em all, sell 'em now
Writer(s): James Mc Murtry
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In 'Lobo Town' schildert James McMurtry das Leben eines Mannes, der mit der Last seines Namens und seiner Herkunft kämpft. Der Protagonist fühlt sich ... weiterlesen
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