[00:00.00] 作词 : Townes Van Zandt
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Townes Van Zandt
[00:08.98]I got a black widow spider for mama, Lord
[00:13.06]Got a diamond-backed rattler for pa
[00:17.42]Well, I got me a woman down in New Orleans
[00:21.81]Got a friend in Arkansas
[00:26.22]Got a morning full of make believe
[00:30.53]Got an evening full of time
[00:34.77]I've got the hands, pretty lady
[00:37.22]Gonna make you grieve
[00:39.42]Lovin' gonna make you mine
[00:46.65]Ain't never seen your town before
[00:50.83]And I won't be back again
[00:54.98]I need me a place to hide my face
[00:59.38]From the howlin' of the wind
[01:03.84]I got the blues sewn into my jacket sleeve
[01:08.08]Got a goatskin full of wine
[01:12.51]I got the hands, pretty lady
[01:14.81]Gonna make you grieve
[01:16.97]And the lovin' gonna make you mine
[01:24.16]So light the lantern above your door
[01:28.69]And hold your curtains wide
[01:33.09]Take the ribbon from your hair
[01:37.52]And lay it by your side
[01:42.09]And I ain't looking for a lie to believe
[01:46.24]My own'll do me fine
[01:49.92]I got the hands, pretty lady
[01:52.22]Gonna make you grieve
[01:54.53]And the lovin' gonna make you mine
[01:58.66]I got the hands, pretty lady
[02:00.96]Gonna make you grieve
[02:03.47]The lovin' gonna make you mine
[02:07.50]Well, I got the hands, pretty lady
[02:09.72]Gonna make you grieve
[02:12.25]The lovin' gonna make you mine

作词 : Townes Van Zandt
作曲 : Townes Van Zandt
I got a black widow spider for mama, Lord
Got a diamond-backed rattler for pa
Well, I got me a woman down in New Orleans
Got a friend in Arkansas
Got a morning full of make believe
Got an evening full of time
I've got the hands, pretty lady
Gonna make you grieve
Lovin' gonna make you mine
Ain't never seen your town before
And I won't be back again
I need me a place to hide my face
From the howlin' of the wind
I got the blues sewn into my jacket sleeve
Got a goatskin full of wine
I got the hands, pretty lady
Gonna make you grieve
And the lovin' gonna make you mine
So light the lantern above your door
And hold your curtains wide
Take the ribbon from your hair
And lay it by your side
And I ain't looking for a lie to believe
My own'll do me fine
I got the hands, pretty lady
Gonna make you grieve
And the lovin' gonna make you mine
I got the hands, pretty lady
Gonna make you grieve
The lovin' gonna make you mine
Well, I got the hands, pretty lady
Gonna make you grieve
The lovin' gonna make you mine