作曲 : Bruce Springsteen My name is James Lucas I was born in Remington And paroled from Richfield Prison In the winter of '81 I was free and on the streets of Indiana I'd just turned 32 Just a man with nowhere left to run No different, sir, than you Me and Pat, we married in the spring Moved in with her Ma and Pa On our wedding night she sighed, "Jimmy We can have anything we want" It was for those things we wanted We worked as hard as two people could But somehow in the end, mister This didn't do no good The prison got me drivin' delivery For Mr. Wills over in Ridgeside Well, I started loadin' a little extra And I'd sell it on the side I didn't like what I was doin' I didn't lose no sleep at night Mr. Wills, he was a rich man He'd been a rich man all his life I was on the loadin' dock one evening When I heard the warehouse phone The dispatcher said, "Jim, they wanna see you In the front office 'fore you go home" All Mr. Wills said was, "I don't understand I could send you back to Richfield fast If you needed some extra money, Jim All you had to do was ask" Well, that night me and Pat, we had a fight I was out drivin' 'round in the rain With a fifth of gin and a half tank of gas And ten dollars to my name I passed a deserted liquor store Way out on Highway 1 I turned and pulled into that parking lot Got out but I let my motor run Well, I stood lookin' in the window For a long, long while When I walked in the man behind the register He looked at me and smiled "That's someweather we're havin' out there Can I help you find somethin', friend?" I didn't answer, I just stood there Then I turned around and went I don't know how long I sat in my driveway My shirt was covered in sweat The house was dark when I went in Pat was lyin' awake in bed She hit the light, I was standin' in the doorway She said, "I was worried, where'd you been so long?" I felt her arms around me She said, "Jimmy, I'm so glad you're home" Richfield Prison stands on a high hill Where the county line runs out And there's a whistle that blows every time a man comes in Or a man gets out That night we lay wrapped in each other's arms Listenin' to the rain I heard that Richfield whistle blowin' Just blowin' in my dreams
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen [00:00.020]My name is James Lucas [00:04.789]I was born in Remington [00:09.557]And paroled from Richfield Prison [00:14.530]In the winter of '81 [00:19.295]I was free and on the streets of Indiana [00:24.228]I'd just turned 32 [00:28.883]Just a man with nowhere left to run [00:33.751]No different, sir, than you [00:40.985]Me and Pat, we married in the spring [00:45.920]Moved in with her Ma and Pa [00:50.589]On our wedding night she sighed, "Jimmy [00:55.527]We can have anything we want" [01:00.404]It was for those things we wanted [01:04.743]We worked as hard as two people could [01:10.047]But somehow in the end, mister [01:14.880]This didn't do no good [01:21.667]The prison got me drivin' delivery [01:26.549]For Mr. Wills over in Ridgeside [01:31.169]Well, I started loadin' a little extra [01:36.555]And I'd sell it on the side [01:40.956]I didn't like what I was doin' [01:45.823]I didn't lose no sleep at night [01:51.097]Mr. Wills, he was a rich man [01:55.453]He'd been a rich man all his life [02:02.707]I was on the loadin' dock one evening [02:07.975]When I heard the warehouse phone [02:12.401]The dispatcher said, "Jim, they wanna see you [02:17.467]In the front office 'fore you go home" [02:22.533]All Mr. Wills said was, "I don't understand [02:27.019]I could send you back to Richfield fast [02:32.088]If you needed some extra money, Jim [02:37.072]All you had to do was ask" [03:03.132]Well, that night me and Pat, we had a fight [03:08.167]I was out drivin' 'round in the rain [03:13.368]With a fifth of gin and a half tank of gas [03:18.187]And ten dollars to my name [03:22.889]I passed a deserted liquor store [03:27.805]Way out on Highway 1 [03:32.057]I turned and pulled into that parking lot [03:36.825]Got out but I let my motor run [03:44.013]Well, I stood lookin' in the window [03:49.914]For a long, long while [03:54.416]When I walked in the man behind the register [03:59.277]He looked at me and smiled [04:03.820]"That's someweather we're havin' out there [04:08.821]Can I help you find somethin', friend?" [04:13.662]I didn't answer, I just stood there [04:18.474]Then I turned around and went [04:25.277]I don't know how long I sat in my driveway [04:30.645]My shirt was covered in sweat [04:35.412]The house was dark when I went in [04:40.048]Pat was lyin' awake in bed [04:44.482]She hit the light, I was standin' in the doorway [04:49.367]She said, "I was worried, where'd you been so long?" [04:54.869]I felt her arms around me [04:58.937]She said, "Jimmy, I'm so glad you're home" [05:09.073]Richfield Prison stands on a high hill [05:14.141]Where the county line runs out [05:18.892]And there's a whistle that blows every time a man comes in [05:24.179]Or a man gets out [05:28.646]That night we lay wrapped in each other's arms [05:33.715]Listenin' to the rain [05:38.265]I heard that Richfield whistle blowin' [05:43.133]Just blowin' in my dreams
