[00:00:00] Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts (Live) - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹) [00:00:06] The festival was over and the boys [00:00:21] Were all planning for a fall [00:00:25] The cabaret was quiet except [00:00:27] For the drilling in the wall [00:00:32] The curfew had been lifted and [00:00:34] The gambling wheel shut down [00:00:37] Anyone with any sense had [00:00:39] Already left town [00:00:40] He was standing in the doorway [00:00:43] Looking like the Jack of Hearts [00:00:50] He moved across the mirrored room [00:00:52] "Set em up for everyone" he said [00:00:56] Then everyone commenced to do what [00:00:59] They've been doin' before [00:01:01] He moved their heads [00:01:03] He walked up to a stranger [00:01:05] And he asked him with a grin [00:01:08] Would you kindly tell me Mister [00:01:10] What time the show begins [00:01:12] He moved into the corner [00:01:14] Face down like the Jack of Hearts [00:01:21] Backstage the girls were [00:01:23] Playin' five-card stud by the stairs [00:01:28] Lily had two queens and she [00:01:30] Was hopin' for a third to match her pair [00:01:34] Outside the streets were fillin' up [00:01:37] And the window was open wide [00:01:39] The gentle breeze was blowin' [00:01:41] You could feel it from inside [00:01:43] Lily called another bet and drew [00:01:46] Up the Jack of Hearts [00:01:53] Big Jim was no one's fool [00:01:55] He owned the town's only diamond mine [00:01:59] He made his usual entrance lookin' oh [00:02:02] So dandy and so fine [00:02:06] With his bodyguards and his [00:02:08] Silver cane and every hair in place [00:02:10] He took whatever he wanted to [00:02:13] And he laid it all to waste [00:02:15] But his bodyguards and his silver cane [00:02:17] They were no match for the Jack of Hearts [00:02:24] Rosemary combed her hair [00:02:26] And took a carriage into town [00:02:30] She slipped in through the side [00:02:32] Door lookin' like a queen without a crown [00:02:37] She fluttered her false eyelashes [00:02:40] And whispered in his ear [00:02:42] "I'm sorry darlin' that I'm late" [00:02:44] But he didn't seem to hear [00:02:46] He was staring into space [00:02:47] Over at the Jack of Hearts [00:02:55] Well I know I've seen that face somewhere [00:02:58] Big Jim was thinkin' to himself [00:03:02] Maybe down in Mexico or [00:03:04] A picture up on somebody's shelf [00:03:08] But then the crowd began [00:03:10] To stamp their feet [00:03:11] And the house lights did dim [00:03:13] And in the darkness of the [00:03:15] Room there was only Jim and him [00:03:17] Starin' at the butterfly who just [00:03:20] Drew up the Jack of Hearts [00:03:26] Lily was a princess she was [00:03:29] Fair-skinned and precious as a child [00:03:33] She had that certain something [00:03:35] It was a kind of a flash every time she smiled [00:03:39] She'd come away from a broken home [00:03:42] Had lots of strange affairs [00:03:44] With men in every walk of life who [00:03:47] Took her everywhere [00:03:48] But she'd never met anyone quite [00:03:51] Like the Jack of Hearts [00:03:58] The hangin' judge came in unnoticed [00:04:00] And was being wined and dined [00:04:04] The drilling in the wall kept up [00:04:07] But no one seemed to pay it any mind [00:04:10] It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring [00:04:15] And nothin could ever come between Lily and the king [00:04:20] No nothing ever could except [00:04:22] Maybe the Jack of Hearts [00:04:29] Rosemary started drinkin' hard [00:04:31] And seein' her reflection in the knife [00:04:35] She was tired of the attention [00:04:38] Tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife [00:04:42] She'd done a lot of bad things [00:04:44] Even once tried suicide [00:04:46] Was lookin' to do just one good [00:04:48] Deed before she died [00:04:50] She was gazin' to the future riding [00:04:54] On the Jack of Hearts [00:05:00] Lily took her dress off buried it away [00:05:06] "Has your luck run out" she laughed at him [00:05:09] "I guess you must've known it would someday [00:05:13] Be careful not to touch the wall [00:05:15] There's a brand-new coat of paint