作曲 : Bruce Springsteen 'Cross the desert, the rain came hard and black Two shovelheads rumblin' 'cross the railroad tracks Sheriff steps out of his car, takes off his hat And slowly looks around Ostrich boots and a diamond ring Scar on his cheek too deep to think He steps up to the bar, orders a drink I watch him as he shoots it down I was just eighteen down in Indian Town Billy was workin' as a hired hand He was a Hopi in off the First Mesa Weekends, we'd head into town for a drink and a dance A little trouble and a look around A woman with hair black as coal and eyes of blue Stood in the street over a young kid with his leg shot through Sheriff pushes his way through Shakes his head as he looks down In the spring, we'd ride the high desert Through Seligman and Kingman on old 66 Make the poker run through Bullhead City Into Laughlin and back around I welded it outta cast iron, just like his ride Stuck it into the ground, where he died Marked on it his name and the day he was born And the day he went down On that white stretch of road outside of Indian Town It was closing time, I was drunk And she was somebody's wife I was drunk, too drunk to see the knife I felt a push, and I was on my back Ceiling black and comin' down
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen [00:03.624]'Cross the desert, the rain came hard and black [00:08.271]Two shovelheads rumblin' 'cross the railroad tracks [00:12.909]Sheriff steps out of his car, takes off his hat [00:17.618]And slowly looks around [00:22.338]Ostrich boots and a diamond ring [00:26.355]Scar on his cheek too deep to think [00:30.773]He steps up to the bar, orders a drink [00:34.842]I watch him as he shoots it down [00:38.906]I was just eighteen down in Indian Town [00:48.313]Billy was workin' as a hired hand [00:51.880]He was a Hopi in off the First Mesa [00:56.029]Weekends, we'd head into town for a drink and a dance [01:00.975]A little trouble and a look around [01:05.089]A woman with hair black as coal and eyes of blue [01:09.075]Stood in the street over a young kid with his leg shot through [01:14.593]Sheriff pushes his way through [01:18.309]Shakes his head as he looks down [01:32.019]In the spring, we'd ride the high desert [01:35.884]Through Seligman and Kingman on old 66 [01:40.707]Make the poker run through Bullhead City [01:44.478]Into Laughlin and back around [01:52.771]I welded it outta cast iron, just like his ride [01:58.052]Stuck it into the ground, where he died [02:02.475]Marked on it his name and the day he was born [02:07.415]And the day he went down [02:10.424]On that white stretch of road outside of Indian Town [02:25.422]It was closing time, I was drunk [02:27.831]And she was somebody's wife [02:31.244]I was drunk, too drunk to see the knife [02:35.371]I felt a push, and I was on my back [02:39.103]Ceiling black and comin' down
