歌手: Townes Van Zandt
时长: 03:04
St. John The Gambler - Townes Van Zandt[00:00:00]
When she had twenty years[00:00:06]
She turned to her mother[00:00:10]
Saying Mother I know that you'll grieve[00:00:13]
But I've given my soul to St John the gambler[00:00:20]
Tomorrow comes time to leave[00:00:26]
For the hills cannot hold back[00:00:33]
My sorrow forever[00:00:36]
And dead men lay deep 'round the door[00:00:40]
The only salvation thats mine for the asking[00:00:46]
So mother think on me no more[00:00:53]
Winter held high round the mountains breast[00:01:00]
And the cold of a thousand snows[00:01:06]
Lay heaped upon the forests leaf[00:01:13]
But she dressed in calico[00:01:19]
For a gambler likes his women fancy[00:01:26]
Fancy she would be[00:01:33]
And the fire of her longing[00:01:39]
Would keep way the cold[00:01:42]
And her dress was a sight to see[00:01:46]
But the road was long beneath the feet[00:01:52]
She followed her frozen breath[00:01:59]
In search of a certain St John the gambler[00:02:06]
Stumbling to her death[00:02:12]
She heard his laughter[00:02:19]
Right down from the mountains[00:02:22]
And danced with her mothers tears[00:02:26]
To a funeral drawn a calico[00:02:32]
'Neath the cross of twenty years[00:02:39]
To a funeral drawn a calico[00:02:46]
'Neath the cross of twenty years[00:02:52]