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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
Mister Marvin Middle Class is really in a stew Wond'rin' what the younger generation's coming to And the taste of his martini doesn't please his bitter tongue Blame it on the Rolling Stones. Blame it on the Stones; blame it on the Stones You'll feel so much better, knowing you don't stand alone Join the accusation; save the bleeding nation Get it off your shoulders; blame it on the Stones Mother tells the ladies at the bridge club every day Of the rising price of tranquilizers she must pay And she wonders why the children never seem to stay at home Blame it on the Rolling Stones. Blame it on the Stones; Blame it on the Stones You'll feel so much better, knowing you don't stand alone Join the accusation; save the bleeding nation Get it off your shoulders; blame it on the Stones Father's at the office, nightly working all the time Trying to make the secretary change her little mind And it bothers him to read about so many broken homes Blame it on those Rolling Stones. Blame it on the Stones; Blame it on the Stones You'll feel so much better knowing you don't stand alone Join the accusation; same the bleeding nation Get it off your shoulders; blame it on the Stones Blame it on the stones, blame it on the stones. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below; Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul. The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying 'Cause it's never seen the sunshine and it's never felt the rain. But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes Of the clickin' of the turnstiles and the rattle of his chains. ";Oh!"; she said, ";Casey it's been so long since I've seen you!"; ";Here"; she said, ";just a kiss to make a body smile!"; ";See"; she said, ";I've put on new stockings just to please you!"; ";Lord!"; she said, ";Casey can you only stay a while?"; Casey leaves the under-ground and stops inside the Golden Crown For something wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bone. Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men Who reach for any thing they can to keep from goin' home. Standin' in the corner Casey drinks his pint of bitter Never glancing in the mirror at the people passing by Then he stumbles as he's leaving and he wonders if the reason Is the beer that's in his belly, or the tear that's in his eye. ";Oh!"; she said, ";I suppose you seldom think about me, ";Now"; she said, ";now that you've a fam'ly of your own";; ";Still"; she said, ";it's so blessed good to feel your body!"; ";Lord!"; she said"; ";Casey it's a shame to be alone!"; |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
I heard the front door closing softly,
as I wakened from my sleep; With the last touch of her kips, Lord, like a whisper on my cheek; And I cursed the sun for risin', 'cause the worst, Lord, was yet to come; 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', but, come sundown, she'll be gone. See the lipstick on the pillow that I placed beneath her head; And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord, where she lay upon my bed; And it hurts to know it's over, for the hurt, Lord, has just begun. 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', but, come sundown, she'll be gone. |
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See the ruin on the hill
where the smoke is hanging still Like an echo of an age long forgotten There's a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened stones And the roof that fell before the beams were rotten Cecil Darby loved his wife and he laboured all his life To provide her with material possessions And he built for her a home of the finest wood and stone And the building soon became his sole obsession Oh, it took three-hundred days for the timbers to be raised And the silhouette was seen for miles around And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky But it only took one night to bring it down When Darby's castle tumbled to the ground Though they shared a common bed there was precious little said In the moments that were set aside for sleepin' For his busy dreams were filled with the rooms he'd yet to build And he never heard young Helen Darby weeping Then one night he heard a sound as he laid his pencil down And he traced it to her door and turned the handle And the pale light of the moon through the window of the room Split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled Oh, it took three-hundred days for the timbers to be raised And the silhouette was seen for miles around And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky But it only took one night to bring it down When Darby's castle tumbled to the ground - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun
That brought a new betrayal every day. He shunned the world of mortals and the sound of human tongues And blessed the night that chased their sight away. A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again Who'd tried of it and found that it was rotten. Prefering perfect strangers to the company of friends Because strangers are so easily forgotten. Chorus: Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been decieved. To face a lie and dare to try again, but there's nothing like a woman With a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man. Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his stride Expecting next to nothing out of life. Till fortune found a girl who fanned a flame he thought had died Whose burning beauty cut him like a knife. She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control. Then smiling stepped aside and watched him fall. Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul Duvalier was a dreamer after all. Chorus Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been decieved. To face a lie and dare to try again, but there's nothing like a woman With a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
Don't look so sad, I know it's over 그토록 슬프게 바라보지 말아요, 난 그것이 끝난 걸 알지만 But life goes on 인생은 계속 흘러 가자나요. And this old world just keeps on turning 그리고 이 오래된 세상은 계속 돌기만 하네요. Let's just be glad, we had this time To spend together 그저 기쁘게 삽시다. 우리에겐 함께보낼 이 시간이 있자나요. There's no need to watch the bridges That were burning. 다리들을 바라 볼 필요가 없어요. 그것들은 불타고 있어요. Lay your head on my pillow 머리를 내 베게위로하고 누우세요 Hold your warm and tender body next to mine 당신의 따뜻하고 부드러운 몸을 붙잡아서 간직할께요. Hear the whisper of the raindrops 속삭이듯 들려오는 빗소리를 들어 보세요. Beating soft against the window 부드럽게 창가를 두드리고 있네요. And make believe you love me one more time For the good times. 그리고 믿음을 가지고 날 한번더 사랑해줘요.. 좋은 날(시간,시절)을 위해서 I'll get along You'll find another 난 외로울 겁니다, 당신은 또 다른 것을 찾는다면. And I'll be here if you should find You ever need me. 그리고 당신이 내가 필요해서 나를 찾고자 한다면, 난 여기서 있을겁니다. Don't say a word About tomorrow or forever 내일 또는 영원히에 대해서 단어로 말하지 마세요. There'll be time enough For sadness when you leave. 당신이 떠날 때 슬플 수 있는 충분한 시간이 될겁니다. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
Take the ribbon from my hair 머리의 리본을 떼어보세요 Shake it loose let it fall 머리를 풀어 살며시 늘어뜨려요 Layin' soft up on my skin 벽에 비친 그림자처럼 Like the shadows on the wall 내곁에 살며시 누워 보세요 Come and lay down by my side 이리 와서 내 옆에 누워요 Till the early morning light 아침 햇살이 비칠 때까지 All I'm takin' is your time 당신의 시간을 내게 주세요 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 샐 수 있도록 도와주세요 I don't care who's right or wrong 누가 옳은지 그른지 개의치 않아요 And i won't try to understand 이해하려고 노력하지도 않아요 Let the devil take tomorrow 내일은 신경쓰지 말아요 Lord tonight I need a friend 오늘 밤 난 친구가 필요해요 Yesterday is dead and gone 어제는 사라져 버렸고 And tomorrow's out of sight 내일 일은 알지 못해요 And it's sad to be alone 홀로있는 건 서글프니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 I don't want to be alone 홀로있고 싶지 않으니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
I come from just the other side of nowhere
To this big time lonesome town. They got a lot of ice and snow here, Half as cold as all the people I've found. Every way I try to go here seems to bring me down. I've seen about enough to know where I belong. I've got a mind to see the headlights shining On that old white line between my heart and home. Sick of spendin' Sundays wishing they were Mondays Sittin' in a park alone. So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me Any lovin' way but wrong. Tell 'em that the pride of just the other side o nowhere's Goin' home. Takin' nothin' back to show there For these dues I've paid. But the soul I almost sold here And the body I've been givin' away. Fadin' from the neon nighttime glow here, Headin' for the light of day, Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home. I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin' On that old white line between my heart and home. Sick of spendin' Sundays wishin' they were Mondays, Sittin' in a park alone. So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me Any lovin' way but wrong. Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's Goin' Home. Just the other side on nowhere, goin' home. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
I met her sadly in the slowly falling rain
Crying softly in her loneliness and pain Knowing no one needin' someone bad as me And she told me as I held her trembling hand Walking slowly how she'd never known a man Living lonely in her cottage by the sea. When the morning came her tears had changed to laughter And before the night her heart beat close to mine And I thought as she lay sleeping bout the secrets she was keeping Hidden somewhere in the silence of the shadows of her mind. In the morning as I wakened with the dawn Without warning I could feel that she was gone Leaving nothing but her silence next to me And lonely footprints that I followed in the sand Walking slowly for I knew where they would end Disappearing in the silence of the sea. And I sometimes hear the echoe of her laughter As I search for what I know I'll never find For the answer I was seeking was the secrets she's still keeping Hidden somewhere in the silence of the shadows of her mind. Hidden somewhere in the silence of the shadows of her mind... |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt it's the one I'm wearin' and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
I was runnin' through the summer rain
Tryin' to catch the evenin' train An' kill that old familiar pain Weavin' through my tangled brain But when I tipped my bottle back I smacked into a cop I didn't see That policeman said, "Mister Cool If you ain't drunk, then you're a fool" I said, "If that's against the law Then tell me why I never saw A man locked in that jail of yours Who wasn't just as low down poor as me?? Well, that was when someone turned out the lights An' I wound up in jail to spend the night An' dream of all the wine an' lonely girls In this best of all possible worlds Well, I woke up next mornin' Feelin' like my head was gone An' like my thick old tongue was lickin' Something sick an' wrong An' I told that man I'd sell my soul For somethin' wet an' cold as that old cell That kindly jailer grinned at me All eaten up with sympathy Then poured he self another beer An' came an' whispered in my ear "If booze was just a dime a bottle, boy You couldn't even buy the smell" I said, "I knew there was somethin' I liked about this town But it takes more than that to bring me down, down, down 'Cause there's still a lot of wine an' lonely girls In this best of all possible worlds? Well, they finally came an' told me They was a gonna set me free An' I'd be leavin' town If I knew what was good for me I said, "It's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about my health" I said, "I won't be leavin' no more Quicker than I can 'Cause I've enjoyed about as much Of this as I can stand An' I don't need this town of yours More than I never needed nothin' else" 'Cause there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunk An' lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk An' Lord, there's still so many lonely girls In this best of all possible worlds |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
"Billy Dalton staggered on the sidewalk
Someone said he stumbled and he fell, Six squad cars came screaming to the rescue And hauled ol' Billy Dalton off to jail. Because the law is for protection of the people Rules are rules and any fool can see, We don't need no drunks like Billy Dalton Scaring decent folks like you 'n me' No Sireee Lee Honeycut was nothin' but a hippy Walking through this world without a care, Then one day six strappin' brave policemen Held down Homer Lee and cut his hair, Because the law is for protection of the people Rules are rules and any fool can see, We don't need no hairy headed hippies Scarin' decent folks like you 'n me No Sireee So thank your lucky stars you got protection Walk the line and never mind the cost Don't wonder who them lawmen was protectin' When they nailed the saviour to the cross. Because the law is for protection of the people Rules are rules and any fool can see, We don't need riddle speakin' prophets Scarin' decent folks like you 'n me No Sireee " |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kristofferson (1970)
A couple of years back I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he had written, I saw that he was about a step away from dying, and I couldn't help but wonder why. And the lines of this song occurred to me. I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted, and he's got him a good woman. And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped showed me how to beat the devil. It was wintertime in Nashville Down on Music City Row And I was looking for a place And to get myself out of the cold To warm the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul Keep the chilly wind off my guitar My thirsty wanted whiskey But my hunger needed beans But it had been a month of paydays Since I'd heard that eagle scream So with a stomach full of empty And a pocket full of dreams I left my pride and stepped inside a bar Actually I'd guess you'd call it a tavern Cigarette smoke to the ceiling And sawdust on the floor Friendly shadows I saw that there was just one old man sitting at the bar And in the mirror I could see him checking me and my guitar And he turned and said, Come up here, boy, and show us what you are I said I'm dry, and he bought me a beer He nodded at my guitar and said, It's a tough life, ain't it? I just looked at him He said, you ain't making any money, are you? I said, you been reading my mail He just smiled and said, let me see that guitar I got something you ought to hear And then he laid it on me If you waste your time a talking To the people who don't listen To the things that you are saying Who do you thinks gonna hear? And if you should die explaining how The things that they complain about Are things they could be changing Who do you thinks gonna care? There were other lonely singers In a world turned deaf and blind Who were crucified for what they tried to show And their voic |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
Don't look so sad
I know it's over But life goes on and this old world will keep on turning Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together There's no need to watch the bridges that we're burning Lay your head upon my pillow Hold your warm and tender body close to mine Hear the whisper of the raindrops Blowing soft against the window And make believe you love me one more time For the good times I'll get along you'll find another And I'll be here if you should find you ever need me Don't say a word about tomorrow or forever There'll be time enough for sadness when you leave me Lay your head upon my pillow Hold your warm and tender body close to mine Hear the whisper of the raindrops Blowing soft against the window And make believe you love me one more time For the good times |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
Take the ribbon from my hair
머리의 리본을 떼어보세요 Shake it loose let it fall 머리를 풀어 살며시 늘어뜨려요 Layin' soft up on my skin 벽에 비친 그림자처럼 Like the shadows on the wall 내곁에 살며시 누워 보세요 Come and lay down by my side 이리 와서 내 옆에 누워요 Till the early morning light 아침 햇살이 비칠 때까지 All I'm takin' is your time 당신의 시간을 내게 주세요 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 샐 수 있도록 도와주세요 I don't care who's right or wrong 누가 옳은지 그른지 개의치 않아요 And i won't try to understand 이해하려고 노력하지도 않아요 Let the devil take tomorrow 내일은 신경쓰지 말아요 Lord tonight I need a friend 오늘 밤 난 친구가 필요해요 Yesterday is dead and gone 어제는 사라져 버렸고 And tomorrow's out of sight 내일 일은 알지 못해요 And it's sad to be alone 홀로있는 건 서글프니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 I don't want to be alone 홀로있고 싶지 않으니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
I said I got a life of my own
I've got a life of my own I said, don't try to make me a part of no plan Take me or leave me alone Freedom's a feeling that few understand And i got a life of my own I said i ought to know where to sow my own seeds And when i oughta leave it alone Trouble's an old friend that i didn't need then And i had a wife of my own. I said I got a life of my own I've got a life of my own I caught a beer bottle flat in the face It laid me back to the bone Hate is a flavor that's ugly to taste I had a knife of my own Now they leave me alone and alive by myself Lost in the steel and the stone Hopin' for heaven and headin' for hell I've got a life of my own I said I got a life of my own I've got a life of my own |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
Busted flat in Baton rouge
Headin' for the train Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained Took us all the way to New Orleans I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin' time And Bobby clappin' hands We finally sang up every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee From the coal mines of Kentucky To the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Standin' right beside me Through everything I've done And every night he kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas Load, I let him slip away Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Buddy, that was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
Maybe she was smilin' in the mirror
Maybe I was too, 'cause I was stoned Singin' every sad song on the juke-box one more time Honey, they were hittin' close to home And I said - Maybe this'll make you think I'm crazy Honey, don't feel lonesome if you do If you wanna make a young man happy one more time I'd sure like to spend the night with you And she said - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Maybe you got all you got together Maybe you keep rollin' like a stone Maybe some old lonesome song will take you by surprise And leave you just a little more alone Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Keep Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt it's the one I'm wearin' and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile-- Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams, Which he spent like they was goin' outta style-- And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, Searchin' for a shrine he's never found-- Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse, Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he's traded in tomorrow for today-- Runnin' from his devils, lord, and reachin' for the stars, And losin' all he's loved along the way-- But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse, And all he ever gets is older and around-- >from the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse, The goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By KRISTOFFERSON, KRIS Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern
To buy me a bottle of beer I sat me down by a tender young maiden Whose eyes were as dark as her hair And as I was searching from bottle to bottle For something un-foolish to say That silver tounged devil just slipped from the shadows And smilingly stole her away I said Hey, little girl don't you know he's the devil He's everything that I ain't Hiding intentions of evil under the smile of a saint All he's good for is getting in trouble And shifting his share of the blame And some people swear he's my double And some even say we're the same But the silver-tounged devil's got nothing to lose And I'll only live 'till I die We take our own chances and pay our own dues The silver tounged devil and I Like all the fair maidens who've laid down beside him She knew in her heart that he lied But nothing that I could have said could have saved her No matter how hard that she tried 'Cause she'll offer her charms to the darkness and danger Of something that she's never known And open her arms at the smile of a stranger Who'll love her and leave her alone and that know he's the devil He's everything that I ain't Hiding intentions of evil under the smile of a saint All he's good for is getting in trouble And shifting his share of the blame And some people swear he's my double And some even say we're the same But the silver-tounged devil's got nothing to lose And I'll only live 'till I die We take our own chances and pay our own dues The silver tounged devil and I |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
If a cheated man's a loser
And a cheater never wins And if beggars can't be choosers 'Til they're weak and wealthy men And the old keep gettin' older And the young must do the same And it's never gettin' better Who's to bless, and who's to blame All the cards are on the table You done laid your money down Don't complain about your chances, boy It's the only game in town And the meaning doesn't matter Nor the way you play the game To the winner or the loser Who's to bless, and who's to blame Keep your hands above the table And your back against the wall Toss your chips in with your chances, boy Let 'em lay the way they fall Cause the moral doesn't matter Broken rules are all the same To the broken or the breaker Who's to bless, and who's to blame |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known 주여.. 제가 아는 행복한것들중에서 어느 하나라도 즐길만한 어떤 일을 제가 한 적이 있는지요.. Tell me Lord, 말해주세요.주여.. what did I ever do That was worth loving you 내가 당신을 사랑할 가치가 있는 어떤 일을 한 적이 있는지 Or the kindness you've shown 혹은 내게 보여준 친절에 보답을 했는지 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 Try me Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you 당신으로부터 받아온 모든 것들을 제가 갚을 수 있는 방법이 있다고 주님께서 생각하신다면 절 시험하세요. Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you 아마도 내가 다른 사람에게 내가 걸어왔던 길을 끝내고 당신에게 가고 있단걸 보여줄 수 있을것 같습니다 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Songs Of Kristofferson (1977)
If you're feeling salty,then I'm your tequila
If you've got the freedom I've got the time There ain't nothing sweeter than naked emotions So you show me yours, hon, and I'll show you mine No ma'm I know this ain't all that you've ever been used to You with your rings on your fingers and time on your hands Sometimes it's nice to have somebody nice to be close to God knows I've been there before you and I understand Chorus. I wish that I was the answer to all of your questions God knows I know you wish you were the answer to mine Darling if you ain't a thing but a change in direction Lord don't you know you'd be somethin' I'm lucky to find Chorus. So you show me yours and I'll show you mine. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
I heard the front door closing softly,
as I wakened from my sleep; With the last touch of her kips, Lord, like a whisper on my cheek; And I cursed the sun for risin', 'cause the worst, Lord, was yet to come; 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', but, come sundown, she'll be gone. See the lipstick on the pillow that I placed beneath her head; And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord, where she lay upon my bed; And it hurts to know it's over, for the hurt, Lord, has just begun. 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', but, come sundown, she'll be gone. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
I heard the front door closing softly,
as I wakened from my sleep; With the last touch of her kips, Lord, like a whisper on my cheek; And I cursed the sun for risin', 'cause the worst, Lord, was yet to come; 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', but, come sundown, she'll be gone. See the lipstick on the pillow that I placed beneath her head; And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord, where she lay upon my bed; And it hurts to know it's over, for the hurt, Lord, has just begun. 'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', but, come sundown, she'll be gone. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Don't look so sad, I know it's over
그토록 슬프게 바라보지 말아요, 난 그것이 끝난 걸 알지만 But life goes on 인생은 계속 흘러 가자나요. And this old world just keeps on turning 그리고 이 오래된 세상은 계속 돌기만 하네요. Let's just be glad, we had this time To spend together 그저 기쁘게 삽시다. 우리에겐 함께보낼 이 시간이 있자나요. There's no need to watch the bridges That were burning. 다리들을 바라 볼 필요가 없어요. 그것들은 불타고 있어요. Lay your head on my pillow 머리를 내 베게위로하고 누우세요 Hold your warm and tender body next to mine 당신의 따뜻하고 부드러운 몸을 붙잡아서 간직할께요. Hear the whisper of the raindrops 속삭이듯 들려오는 빗소리를 들어 보세요. Beating soft against the window 부드럽게 창가를 두드리고 있네요. And make believe you love me one more time For the good times. 그리고 믿음을 가지고 날 한번더 사랑해줘요.. 좋은 날(시간,시절)을 위해서 I'll get along You'll find another 난 외로울 겁니다, 당신은 또 다른 것을 찾는다면. And I'll be here if you should find You ever need me. 그리고 당신이 내가 필요해서 나를 찾고자 한다면, 난 여기서 있을겁니다. Don't say a word About tomorrow or forever 내일 또는 영원히에 대해서 단어로 말하지 마세요. There'll be time enough For sadness when you leave. 당신이 떠날 때 슬플 수 있는 충분한 시간이 될겁니다. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Don't look so sad, I know it's over
그토록 슬프게 바라보지 말아요, 난 그것이 끝난 걸 알지만 But life goes on 인생은 계속 흘러 가자나요. And this old world just keeps on turning 그리고 이 오래된 세상은 계속 돌기만 하네요. Let's just be glad, we had this time To spend together 그저 기쁘게 삽시다. 우리에겐 함께보낼 이 시간이 있자나요. There's no need to watch the bridges That were burning. 다리들을 바라 볼 필요가 없어요. 그것들은 불타고 있어요. Lay your head on my pillow 머리를 내 베게위로하고 누우세요 Hold your warm and tender body next to mine 당신의 따뜻하고 부드러운 몸을 붙잡아서 간직할께요. Hear the whisper of the raindrops 속삭이듯 들려오는 빗소리를 들어 보세요. Beating soft against the window 부드럽게 창가를 두드리고 있네요. And make believe you love me one more time For the good times. 그리고 믿음을 가지고 날 한번더 사랑해줘요.. 좋은 날(시간,시절)을 위해서 I'll get along You'll find another 난 외로울 겁니다, 당신은 또 다른 것을 찾는다면. And I'll be here if you should find You ever need me. 그리고 당신이 내가 필요해서 나를 찾고자 한다면, 난 여기서 있을겁니다. Don't say a word About tomorrow or forever 내일 또는 영원히에 대해서 단어로 말하지 마세요. There'll be time enough For sadness when you leave. 당신이 떠날 때 슬플 수 있는 충분한 시간이 될겁니다. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
You ask me if I'm happy now
That's good as any joke I've heard It seems that since I've seen you last I done forgot the meaning of the words If happiness is empty rooms And drinkin' in the afternoon Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam But if it's got a thing to do With smilin' of forgettin' you Well I don't guess that I could say I am Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants Because he's never seen a single dream come true That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learnin' hard to live with losin' you You wonder if I'm better off With freedom now to do the things I choose With all my times my own and I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose There's no one here to carry on If I stay out the whole night long or give a tankerous damn if I don't call I'm livin' like I wanted to And doin' things I wanna do And nothin' means a thing to me at all Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew When the water from the weeds soaked the paper He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants Because he's never seen a single dream come true That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learnin' hard to live with losin' you |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
You ask me if I'm happy now
That's good as any joke I've heard It seems that since I've seen you last I done forgot the meaning of the words If happiness is empty rooms And drinkin' in the afternoon Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam But if it's got a thing to do With smilin' of forgettin' you Well I don't guess that I could say I am Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants Because he's never seen a single dream come true That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learnin' hard to live with losin' you You wonder if I'm better off With freedom now to do the things I choose With all my times my own and I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose There's no one here to carry on If I stay out the whole night long or give a tankerous damn if I don't call I'm livin' like I wanted to And doin' things I wanna do And nothin' means a thing to me at all Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew When the water from the weeds soaked the paper He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants Because he's never seen a single dream come true That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learnin' hard to live with losin' you |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Take the ribbon from my hair
머리의 리본을 떼어보세요 Shake it loose let it fall 머리를 풀어 살며시 늘어뜨려요 Layin' soft up on my skin 벽에 비친 그림자처럼 Like the shadows on the wall 내곁에 살며시 누워 보세요 Come and lay down by my side 이리 와서 내 옆에 누워요 Till the early morning light 아침 햇살이 비칠 때까지 All I'm takin' is your time 당신의 시간을 내게 주세요 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 샐 수 있도록 도와주세요 I don't care who's right or wrong 누가 옳은지 그른지 개의치 않아요 And i won't try to understand 이해하려고 노력하지도 않아요 Let the devil take tomorrow 내일은 신경쓰지 말아요 Lord tonight I need a friend 오늘 밤 난 친구가 필요해요 Yesterday is dead and gone 어제는 사라져 버렸고 And tomorrow's out of sight 내일 일은 알지 못해요 And it's sad to be alone 홀로있는 건 서글프니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 I don't want to be alone 홀로있고 싶지 않으니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Take the ribbon from my hair
머리의 리본을 떼어보세요 Shake it loose let it fall 머리를 풀어 살며시 늘어뜨려요 Layin' soft up on my skin 벽에 비친 그림자처럼 Like the shadows on the wall 내곁에 살며시 누워 보세요 Come and lay down by my side 이리 와서 내 옆에 누워요 Till the early morning light 아침 햇살이 비칠 때까지 All I'm takin' is your time 당신의 시간을 내게 주세요 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 샐 수 있도록 도와주세요 I don't care who's right or wrong 누가 옳은지 그른지 개의치 않아요 And i won't try to understand 이해하려고 노력하지도 않아요 Let the devil take tomorrow 내일은 신경쓰지 말아요 Lord tonight I need a friend 오늘 밤 난 친구가 필요해요 Yesterday is dead and gone 어제는 사라져 버렸고 And tomorrow's out of sight 내일 일은 알지 못해요 And it's sad to be alone 홀로있는 건 서글프니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 I don't want to be alone 홀로있고 싶지 않으니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Take the ribbon from my hair
머리의 리본을 떼어보세요 Shake it loose let it fall 머리를 풀어 살며시 늘어뜨려요 Layin' soft up on my skin 벽에 비친 그림자처럼 Like the shadows on the wall 내곁에 살며시 누워 보세요 Come and lay down by my side 이리 와서 내 옆에 누워요 Till the early morning light 아침 햇살이 비칠 때까지 All I'm takin' is your time 당신의 시간을 내게 주세요 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 샐 수 있도록 도와주세요 I don't care who's right or wrong 누가 옳은지 그른지 개의치 않아요 And i won't try to understand 이해하려고 노력하지도 않아요 Let the devil take tomorrow 내일은 신경쓰지 말아요 Lord tonight I need a friend 오늘 밤 난 친구가 필요해요 Yesterday is dead and gone 어제는 사라져 버렸고 And tomorrow's out of sight 내일 일은 알지 못해요 And it's sad to be alone 홀로있는 건 서글프니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 I don't want to be alone 홀로있고 싶지 않으니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash
And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash And hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin' grass And if you don't like Hank Williams, honey, you can kiss my ass [Chorus:] 'Cause I think what they've done is well worth doin' And they're doin' it the best way that they can You're the only one that you are screwin' When you put down what you don't understand I said, I dig Roger Miller, Merle Haggard; George Jones Shotgun Willie Nelson and them rockin' Rollin' Stones And Jerry Lee's still gotta be the coolest in the class And if you don't like Hank Williams, honey, you can kiss my ass. [Chorus:] 'Cause I think what they've done is well worth doin' And they're doin' it the best way that they can You're the only one that you are screwin' When you put down what you don't understand Forgot to say John Prine, Neil Young, Lyle Lovett (God bless him), Chris Gantry, Jerry Jeff Walker, and David Allen Coe... |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash
And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash And hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin' grass And if you don't like Hank Williams, honey, you can kiss my ass [Chorus:] 'Cause I think what they've done is well worth doin' And they're doin' it the best way that they can You're the only one that you are screwin' When you put down what you don't understand I said, I dig Roger Miller, Merle Haggard; George Jones Shotgun Willie Nelson and them rockin' Rollin' Stones And Jerry Lee's still gotta be the coolest in the class And if you don't like Hank Williams, honey, you can kiss my ass. [Chorus:] 'Cause I think what they've done is well worth doin' And they're doin' it the best way that they can You're the only one that you are screwin' When you put down what you don't understand Forgot to say John Prine, Neil Young, Lyle Lovett (God bless him), Chris Gantry, Jerry Jeff Walker, and David Allen Coe... |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
She would meet me in the mornin' on my way down to the river,
Waiting patient by the China Berry tree; With her feet already dusty from the pathway to the levee, And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees. I'd pay her no attention as she tagged along beside me, Trying hard to copy everything I did; But I couldn't keep from smiling when I'd hear somebody saying: "Look a-yonder; there goes Jody and the kid." After we grew older, we could still be seen together, As we walked along the levee holding hands; For as surely as the seasons, she was changin' to a woman, And I'd lived enough to call myself a man. And she often lay beside me, in the coolness of the evening, 'Til the morning sun was shining on my bed; And at times, when she was sleeping, I would smile when I'd remember, How they used to call us "Jody and the kid." Now, the world's a little older, and the years have changed the river, 'cause there's houses where they didn't used to be; And on Sundays I go walking down the pathway to the levee, With another little girl who follows me. And it makes the old folks smile to see her tag along beside me, Doing little things the way her Mamma did. But it gets a little lonesome, when I hear somebody saying: "Look yonder; there goes Jody and the kid." |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
She would meet me in the mornin' on my way down to the river,
Waiting patient by the China Berry tree; With her feet already dusty from the pathway to the levee, And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees. I'd pay her no attention as she tagged along beside me, Trying hard to copy everything I did; But I couldn't keep from smiling when I'd hear somebody saying: "Look a-yonder; there goes Jody and the kid." After we grew older, we could still be seen together, As we walked along the levee holding hands; For as surely as the seasons, she was changin' to a woman, And I'd lived enough to call myself a man. And she often lay beside me, in the coolness of the evening, 'Til the morning sun was shining on my bed; And at times, when she was sleeping, I would smile when I'd remember, How they used to call us "Jody and the kid." Now, the world's a little older, and the years have changed the river, 'cause there's houses where they didn't used to be; And on Sundays I go walking down the pathway to the levee, With another little girl who follows me. And it makes the old folks smile to see her tag along beside me, Doing little things the way her Mamma did. But it gets a little lonesome, when I hear somebody saying: "Look yonder; there goes Jody and the kid." |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
I've been chasing after Josie since the day I could run
Even though I didn't know it at the time And I followed her from Texas 'til she found me undone Just a jump ahead of what I left behind. She was proud of her young body as a body could be On her way to be a woman of the world And I still can see her smiling as she gave it to me Lookin' like a lonesome little girl. Chorus: Josie, is it true that you've grown harder than your years Sellin' them your sadness on the street How much did you lose between the laughter and the tears Gettin' back the bitter for the sweet Well, she loved me back to livin' at a time I was lost With the closest thing to love I've ever known And she led me through some bridges I was burnin' to cross Then she went and burned some bridges of her own. Now the road's a little colder every time that I leave For another empty place I've never been And I don't suppose it's likely that she's lookin' for me But someday I may just chase her down again. Chorus: Josie, is it true that you've grown harder than your years Sellin' them your sadness on the street How much did you lose between the laughter and the tears Gettin' back the bitter for the sweet |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Who's right or wrong
We've been injuring each other For much too long And it's too late to try to save What might have been It's over Nobody wins Make believin in forever Is just a lie And it seems a little sadder Each time we try 'Cause it's a shame to make The same mistakes again And again It's over. Nobody wins We've gone too far too long Too far apart The lovin' was easy It's the livin' that's hard And there's no need to stay and see The way it ends It's over. Nobody wins |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Who's right or wrong
We've been injuring each other For much too long And it's too late to try to save What might have been It's over Nobody wins Make believin in forever Is just a lie And it seems a little sadder Each time we try 'Cause it's a shame to make The same mistakes again And again It's over. Nobody wins We've gone too far too long Too far apart The lovin' was easy It's the livin' that's hard And there's no need to stay and see The way it ends It's over. Nobody wins |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
We're just goin' through the motions
Of the parts we've learned to play Never quite together like before But somehow darlin' something good Got lost along the way And our song ain't nothing Special anymore Let's try it one more time With feeling darlin', take it from the top Let me feel those tears a fallin' babe I don't want to miss a single drop Darlin' make believe your makin' Me believe each word you say Try it once more with feeling And we'll call it a day Ah you're reachin' out to touch me Darlin' just the way you used to do An you're lookin' everywhere but In my eyes Well that's an oldy but it's a goody babe But them words ain't ringin' true And you don't seem very sure of your life So try it one more time with feeling Darlin' take it from the top This one is the big one baby so give It everything you got Darlin' make believe your makin' me Believe each word you say Let's try it once more with feeling And we'll call it a day |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
We're just goin' through the motions
Of the parts we've learned to play Never quite together like before But somehow darlin' something good Got lost along the way And our song ain't nothing Special anymore Let's try it one more time With feeling darlin', take it from the top Let me feel those tears a fallin' babe I don't want to miss a single drop Darlin' make believe your makin' Me believe each word you say Try it once more with feeling And we'll call it a day Ah you're reachin' out to touch me Darlin' just the way you used to do An you're lookin' everywhere but In my eyes Well that's an oldy but it's a goody babe But them words ain't ringin' true And you don't seem very sure of your life So try it one more time with feeling Darlin' take it from the top This one is the big one baby so give It everything you got Darlin' make believe your makin' me Believe each word you say Let's try it once more with feeling And we'll call it a day |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Maybe she was smilin' in the mirror
Maybe I was too, 'cause I was stoned Singin' every sad song on the juke-box one more time Honey, they were hittin' close to home And I said - Maybe this'll make you think I'm crazy Honey, don't feel lonesome if you do But if you wanna make a young man happy one more time I'd sure like to spend the night with you And she said - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Maybe you got all you got together Maybe you keep rollin' like a stone Maybe some old lonesome song'll take you by surprise And leave you just a little more alone Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Keep Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Maybe she was smilin' in the mirror
Maybe I was too, 'cause I was stoned Singin' every sad song on the juke-box one more time Honey, they were hittin' close to home And I said - Maybe this'll make you think I'm crazy Honey, don't feel lonesome if you do But if you wanna make a young man happy one more time I'd sure like to spend the night with you And she said - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Maybe you got all you got together Maybe you keep rollin' like a stone Maybe some old lonesome song'll take you by surprise And leave you just a little more alone Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you Keep Singing - Stranger Shut out the light and lead me Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too And while we lay there, makin' believe you love me Stranger, could I believe in you |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin' Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin' Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed thru the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday On the Sunday morning sidewalks Wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks Sunday mornin' comin' down - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
He's a giver, he'll give her
The kind of attention that she's never known He's a helper, he'll help her To open the doors that she can't on her own He's a lover, he'll love her In ways that she never has been loved before And he's a getter, he'll get her By gettin her into the world she's been hungerin' for 'cause he's a taker, he'll take her To places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to He'll take his time before takin' advantage Takin' her easy and slow And after he's taken the body and soul That she gives him, he'll take her for granted Then he'll take off and leave her Takin' all of her pride as he goes Yes, he's a taker, he'll take her ... He's a charmer, and he'll charm her With money and manners that I never learned He's a leader, and he'll lead her Across pretty bridges he's planning to burn He's a talker, he'll talk her Right off of her feet, but he won't talk for long Cause he's a doer, and he'll do her The way that I never And damned if he won't do her wrong 'cause he's a taker, he'll take her To places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to He'll take his time before takin' advantage Takin' her easy and slow And after he's taken the body and soul That she gives him, he'll take her for granted Then he'll take off and leave her Takin' all of her pride as he goes Yes, he's a taker, he'll take her ... |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
He's a giver, he'll give her
The kind of attention that she's never known He's a helper, he'll help her To open the doors that she can't on her own He's a lover, he'll love her In ways that she never has been loved before And he's a getter, he'll get her By gettin her into the world she's been hungerin' for 'cause he's a taker, he'll take her To places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to He'll take his time before takin' advantage Takin' her easy and slow And after he's taken the body and soul That she gives him, he'll take her for granted Then he'll take off and leave her Takin' all of her pride as he goes Yes, he's a taker, he'll take her ... He's a charmer, and he'll charm her With money and manners that I never learned He's a leader, and he'll lead her Across pretty bridges he's planning to burn He's a talker, he'll talk her Right off of her feet, but he won't talk for long Cause he's a doer, and he'll do her The way that I never And damned if he won't do her wrong 'cause he's a taker, he'll take her To places and make her fly higher than she's ever dared to He'll take his time before takin' advantage Takin' her easy and slow And after he's taken the body and soul That she gives him, he'll take her for granted Then he'll take off and leave her Takin' all of her pride as he goes Yes, he's a taker, he'll take her ... |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
There was a man named Mahatma Ghandi
He would not bow down, he would not fight He knew the deal was down and dirty And nothing wrong could make it right away But he knew his duty, and the price he had to pay Just another holy man who tried to make a stand MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! Another man from Atlanta, Georgia By the name of Martin Luther King He shook the land like rolling thunder And made the bells of freedom ring today With a dream of beauty that they could not burn away Just another holy man who dared to be a friend MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! The only son of God Almighty The holy one called Jesus Christ Healed the lame and fed the hungry And for his love they took his life away On the road to glory where the story never ends Just the holy son of man we'll never understand MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! Sing about Mahatma Ghandi Sing of Martin Luther King Sing Of Jesus Christ Almighty And the brothers Kennedy |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
There was a man named Mahatma Ghandi
He would not bow down, he would not fight He knew the deal was down and dirty And nothing wrong could make it right away But he knew his duty, and the price he had to pay Just another holy man who tried to make a stand MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! Another man from Atlanta, Georgia By the name of Martin Luther King He shook the land like rolling thunder And made the bells of freedom ring today With a dream of beauty that they could not burn away Just another holy man who dared to be a friend MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! The only son of God Almighty The holy one called Jesus Christ Healed the lame and fed the hungry And for his love they took his life away On the road to glory where the story never ends Just the holy son of man we'll never understand MY GOD, THEY KILLED HIM ! Sing about Mahatma Ghandi Sing of Martin Luther King Sing Of Jesus Christ Almighty And the brothers Kennedy |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Singer/Songwriter (1996)
Why me Lord?
What have I ever done, To deserve even one, Of the pleasure I've known, Tell me Lord, What did I ever do, That was worth lovin' you, For the kindness you've shown, Chorus: Lord help me Jesus, I've wasted it so help me Jesus, I know what I am, But now that I know, That I needed you so help me Jesus, My souls in your hand, Try me Lord, If you think there's a way, I can try to repay, All I've takin' from you, Maybe Lord, I can show someone else, what I've been through myself, On my way back to you, Chorus (x2) Jesus, my soul's in your hands |
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from The Monument Story (1997)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from The Monument Story (1997)
Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known 주여.. 제가 아는 행복한것들중에서 어느 하나라도 즐길만한 어떤 일을 제가 한 적이 있는지요.. Tell me Lord, 말해주세요.주여.. what did I ever do That was worth loving you 내가 당신을 사랑할 가치가 있는 어떤 일을 한 적이 있는지 Or the kindness you've shown 혹은 내게 보여준 친절에 보답을 했는지 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 Try me Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you 당신으로부터 받아온 모든 것들을 제가 갚을 수 있는 방법이 있다고 주님께서 생각하신다면 절 시험하세요. Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you 아마도 내가 다른 사람에게 내가 걸어왔던 길을 끝내고 당신에게 가고 있단걸 보여줄 수 있을것 같습니다 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 |
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from Woodstock Generation (1999)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |
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from Woodstock Generation (1999)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt it's the one I'm wearin' and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
Don't look so sad, I know it's over
그토록 슬프게 바라보지 말아요, 난 그것이 끝난 걸 알지만 But life goes on 인생은 계속 흘러 가자나요. And this old world just keeps on turning 그리고 이 오래된 세상은 계속 돌기만 하네요. Let's just be glad, we had this time To spend together 그저 기쁘게 삽시다. 우리에겐 함께보낼 이 시간이 있자나요. There's no need to watch the bridges That were burning. 다리들을 바라 볼 필요가 없어요. 그것들은 불타고 있어요. Lay your head on my pillow 머리를 내 베게위로하고 누우세요 Hold your warm and tender body next to mine 당신의 따뜻하고 부드러운 몸을 붙잡아서 간직할께요. Hear the whisper of the raindrops 속삭이듯 들려오는 빗소리를 들어 보세요. Beating soft against the window 부드럽게 창가를 두드리고 있네요. And make believe you love me one more time For the good times. 그리고 믿음을 가지고 날 한번더 사랑해줘요.. 좋은 날(시간,시절)을 위해서 I'll get along You'll find another 난 외로울 겁니다, 당신은 또 다른 것을 찾는다면. And I'll be here if you should find You ever need me. 그리고 당신이 내가 필요해서 나를 찾고자 한다면, 난 여기서 있을겁니다. Don't say a word About tomorrow or forever 내일 또는 영원히에 대해서 단어로 말하지 마세요. There'll be time enough For sadness when you leave. 당신이 떠날 때 슬플 수 있는 충분한 시간이 될겁니다. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
Take the ribbon from my hair
머리의 리본을 떼어보세요 Shake it loose let it fall 머리를 풀어 살며시 늘어뜨려요 Layin' soft up on my skin 벽에 비친 그림자처럼 Like the shadows on the wall 내곁에 살며시 누워 보세요 Come and lay down by my side 이리 와서 내 옆에 누워요 Till the early morning light 아침 햇살이 비칠 때까지 All I'm takin' is your time 당신의 시간을 내게 주세요 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 샐 수 있도록 도와주세요 I don't care who's right or wrong 누가 옳은지 그른지 개의치 않아요 And i won't try to understand 이해하려고 노력하지도 않아요 Let the devil take tomorrow 내일은 신경쓰지 말아요 Lord tonight I need a friend 오늘 밤 난 친구가 필요해요 Yesterday is dead and gone 어제는 사라져 버렸고 And tomorrow's out of sight 내일 일은 알지 못해요 And it's sad to be alone 홀로있는 건 서글프니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 I don't want to be alone 홀로있고 싶지 않으니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
Who's right or wrong
We've been injuring each other For much too long And it's too late to try to save What might have been It's over Nobody wins Make believin in forever Is just a lie And it seems a little sadder Each time we try 'Cause it's a shame to make The same mistakes again And again It's over. Nobody wins We've gone too far too long Too far apart The lovin' was easy It's the livin' that's hard And there's no need to stay and see The way it ends It's over. Nobody wins |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt it's the one I'm wearin' and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoked my brain the night before or:I smoked so much the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin' my mouth was like an ashtray I'd been lickin' but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down In the park I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl who he was swingin' and I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singin' then I headed back for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' and it echoed thru the canyon like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On the Sunday morning sidewalks wishing Lord that I was stoned 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone and there's nothin' short of dyin' half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks Sunday mornin' comin' down. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile-- Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams, Which he spent like they was goin' outta style-- And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, Searchin' for a shrine he's never found-- Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse, Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he's traded in tomorrow for today-- Runnin' from his devils, lord, and reachin' for the stars, And losin' all he's loved along the way-- But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse, And all he ever gets is older and around-- >from the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse, The goin' up was worth the comin' down-- He's a poet, he's a picker-- He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By KRISTOFFERSON, KRIS Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
I took myself down, to the Tally Ho Tavern
To buy me a bottle of beer And I sat me down by a tender young maiden Whose eyes were as dark as her hair And as I was searching from bottle to bottle For somethin' unfoolish to say That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows And smilingly stole her away I said hey, little girl, don't you know, he's the devil He's ev'rything that I ain't Hidin' intentions of evil Under the smile of a saint All he's good for is gettin' in trouble And shiftin' his share of the blame And some people swear he's my double And some even say we're the same But the silver-tongued devil's got nothin' to lose And I'll only live till I die We take our own chances, and pay our own dues The silver tongued devil and I Like all the fair maidens who've laid down beside him She knew in her heart that he'd lied Nothin' that I could have said could have saved her No matter, how hard that she tried 'Cause she'll offer her charms, to the darkness and danger Of something that she's never known And open her arms at the smile of a stranger Who'll love her and leave her alone And you know he's the devil He's everything that I ain't Hidin' intentions of evil Under the smile of a saint All he's good for is gettin' in trouble And shiftin' his share of the blame And some people swear he's my double And some even say we're the same But the silver-tongued devil's got nothin' to lose I'll only live till I die We take our own chances, and pay our own dues The silver tongued devil and I |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
A couple of years back I come across
a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he had written, I saw that he was about a step away from dying, and I couldn't help but wonder why. And the lines of this song occurred to me. I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted, and he's got him a good woman. And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped showed me how to beat the devil. It was wintertime in Nashville Down on Music City Row And I was looking for a place And to get myself out of the cold To warm the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul Keep the chilly wind off my guitar My thirsty wanted whiskey But my hunger needed beans But it had been a month of paydays Since I'd heard that eagle scream So with a stomach full of empty And a pocket full of dreams I left my pride and stepped inside a bar Actually I'd guess you'd call it a tavern Cigarette smoke to the ceiling And sawdust on the floor Friendly shadows I saw that there was just one old man sitting at the bar And in the mirror I could see him checking me and my guitar And he turned and said, Come up here, boy, and show us what you are I said I'm dry, and he bought me a beer He nodded at my guitar and said, It's a tough life, ain't it? I just looked at him He said, you ain't making any money, are you? I said, you been reading my mail He just smiled and said, let me see that guitar I got something you ought to hear And then he laid it on me If you waste your time talking To the people who don't listen To the things that you are saying Who do you thinks gonna hear? And if you should die explaining how The things that they complain about Are things they could be changing Who do you thinks gonna care? There were other lonely singers In a world turned deaf and blind Who were crucified for what they tried to show And their voice have been scattered by the swirling winds of time. 'Cos the truth remains that no one wants to know. Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before, Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door. When no one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor, And lonesome was more than a state of mind. You see, the devil haunts a hungry man, If you don't wanna join him, you got to beat him. I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing. Then I stole his song. And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen, To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna hear. And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about, Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care. I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same, But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul. And if I never have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed. 'Cos I don't believe that no one wants to know - |
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from Kris Kristofferson - The Austin Sessions (1999)
Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known 주여.. 제가 아는 행복한것들중에서 어느 하나라도 즐길만한 어떤 일을 제가 한 적이 있는지요.. Tell me Lord, 말해주세요.주여.. what did I ever do That was worth loving you 내가 당신을 사랑할 가치가 있는 어떤 일을 한 적이 있는지 Or the kindness you've shown 혹은 내게 보여준 친절에 보답을 했는지 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 Try me Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you 당신으로부터 받아온 모든 것들을 제가 갚을 수 있는 방법이 있다고 주님께서 생각하신다면 절 시험하세요. Maybe Lord, I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you 아마도 내가 다른 사람에게 내가 걸어왔던 길을 끝내고 당신에게 가고 있단걸 보여줄 수 있을것 같습니다 Lord help me Jesus, 도와주세요 주여 I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am 모든걸 낭비했어요. 내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요. Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus, 이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니 도와주세요.주여.. my soul's in your hand 내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below; Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul. The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying 'Cause it's never seen the sunshine and it's never felt the rain. But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes Of the clickin' of the turnstiles and the rattle of his chains. ";Oh!"; she said, ";Casey it's been so long since I've seen you!"; ";Here"; she said, ";just a kiss to make a body smile!"; ";See"; she said, ";I've put on new stockings just to please you!"; ";Lord!"; she said, ";Casey can you only stay a while?"; Casey leaves the under-ground and stops inside the Golden Crown For something wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bone. Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men Who reach for any thing they can to keep from goin' home. Standin' in the corner Casey drinks his pint of bitter Never glancing in the mirror at the people passing by Then he stumbles as he's leaving and he wonders if the reason Is the beer that's in his belly, or the tear that's in his eye. ";Oh!"; she said, ";I suppose you seldom think about me, ";Now"; she said, ";now that you've a fam'ly of your own";; ";Still"; she said, ";it's so blessed good to feel your body!"; ";Lord!"; she said"; ";Casey it's a shame to be alone!"; |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
Don't look so sad, I know it's over
그토록 슬프게 바라보지 말아요, 난 그것이 끝난 걸 알지만 But life goes on 인생은 계속 흘러 가자나요. And this old world just keeps on turning 그리고 이 오래된 세상은 계속 돌기만 하네요. Let's just be glad, we had this time To spend together 그저 기쁘게 삽시다. 우리에겐 함께보낼 이 시간이 있자나요. There's no need to watch the bridges That were burning. 다리들을 바라 볼 필요가 없어요. 그것들은 불타고 있어요. Lay your head on my pillow 머리를 내 베게위로하고 누우세요 Hold your warm and tender body next to mine 당신의 따뜻하고 부드러운 몸을 붙잡아서 간직할께요. Hear the whisper of the raindrops 속삭이듯 들려오는 빗소리를 들어 보세요. Beating soft against the window 부드럽게 창가를 두드리고 있네요. And make believe you love me one more time For the good times. 그리고 믿음을 가지고 날 한번더 사랑해줘요.. 좋은 날(시간,시절)을 위해서 I'll get along You'll find another 난 외로울 겁니다, 당신은 또 다른 것을 찾는다면. And I'll be here if you should find You ever need me. 그리고 당신이 내가 필요해서 나를 찾고자 한다면, 난 여기서 있을겁니다. Don't say a word About tomorrow or forever 내일 또는 영원히에 대해서 단어로 말하지 마세요. There'll be time enough For sadness when you leave. 당신이 떠날 때 슬플 수 있는 충분한 시간이 될겁니다. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
Take the ribbon from my hair
머리의 리본을 떼어보세요 Shake it loose let it fall 머리를 풀어 살며시 늘어뜨려요 Layin' soft up on my skin 벽에 비친 그림자처럼 Like the shadows on the wall 내곁에 살며시 누워 보세요 Come and lay down by my side 이리 와서 내 옆에 누워요 Till the early morning light 아침 햇살이 비칠 때까지 All I'm takin' is your time 당신의 시간을 내게 주세요 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 샐 수 있도록 도와주세요 I don't care who's right or wrong 누가 옳은지 그른지 개의치 않아요 And i won't try to understand 이해하려고 노력하지도 않아요 Let the devil take tomorrow 내일은 신경쓰지 말아요 Lord tonight I need a friend 오늘 밤 난 친구가 필요해요 Yesterday is dead and gone 어제는 사라져 버렸고 And tomorrow's out of sight 내일 일은 알지 못해요 And it's sad to be alone 홀로있는 건 서글프니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 I don't want to be alone 홀로있고 싶지 않으니 Help me make it through the night 이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요 |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
I come from just the other side of nowhere
To this big time lonesome town. They got a lot of ice and snow here, Half as cold as all the people I've found. Every way I try to go here seems to bring me down. I've seen about enough to know where I belong. I've got a mind to see the headlights shining On that old white line between my heart and home. Sick of spendin' Sundays wishing they were Mondays Sittin' in a park alone. So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me Any lovin' way but wrong. Tell 'em that the pride of just the other side o nowhere's Goin' home. Takin' nothin' back to show there For these dues I've paid. But the soul I almost sold here And the body I've been givin' away. Fadin' from the neon nighttime glow here, Headin' for the light of day, Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home. I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin' On that old white line between my heart and home. Sick of spendin' Sundays wishin' they were Mondays, Sittin' in a park alone. So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me Any lovin' way but wrong. Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's Goin' Home. Just the other side on nowhere, goin' home. |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again |
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from Kris Kristofferson - Kris Kristofferson Super Hits (2000)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da- |