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[00:00.000] 作词 : Thurland Chattaway /Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan/Kerry Mills
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Kerry Mills
[00:03.375]There once was an Indian maid
[00:04.824]Who always was afraid
[00:06.869]That some buckaroo would fly around and fool While she lay sleeping in the shade
[00:10.551]She had an idea grand
[00:11.927]She filled it up with sand
[00:13.913]To keep the boys from forbidden joys In Red Wing's promised land
[00:16.975]
[00:17.725]Oh, the sunshine down on pretty Red Wing
[00:21.023]As she lay sleeping, this buck come creeping
[00:24.110]With his one good eye he was a-peeping
[00:28.023]He hoped to reach the promised land
[00:31.309]
[00:31.924]Now he was an Indian wise
[00:33.642]He reached for Red Wing's thighs
[00:35.241]With an old rubber boot on the end of his toot
[00:36.776]He made poor Red Wing open up her eyes
[00:38.566]But when she came to life
[00:40.038]She grabbed her bowie knife
[00:41.783]It flashed in the sky as she let it fly
[00:44.406]And shortened his love life
[00:45.289]
[00:46.064]Oh, the Moon shines down on pretty Red Wing
[00:49.265]As she lays snoring, her knife adoring.
[00:52.584]For, no longer do the braves come whoring.
[00:55.718]They won't pay the price for the promised land.
[00:59.111]
[00:59.697]Oh, girls if you wanna be wise, put away those knives.
[01:03.190]Boys like to pay for a fling in the hay
[01:04.534]But they don't wanna pay for the rest of their lives.
[01:06.621]Mind what your mamma said, if you're lying in your bed
[01:09.688]If you can't obey, don't reach for a blade
[01:11.643]Have a hell of a time instead
[01:13.493]
[01:14.030]Woo, the clouds go floating over Red Wing
[01:16.874]As she lays snoring; her life is boring.
[01:20.332]Why, she'd even welcome Hermann Goering
[01:23.901]Into the pleasure of her promised land.
文本歌词
作词 : Thurland Chattaway /Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan/Kerry Mills
编曲 : Kerry Mills
There once was an Indian maid
Who always was afraid
That some buckaroo would fly around and fool While she lay sleeping in the shade
She had an idea grand
She filled it up with sand
To keep the boys from forbidden joys In Red Wing's promised land
Oh, the sunshine down on pretty Red Wing
As she lay sleeping, this buck come creeping
With his one good eye he was a-peeping
He hoped to reach the promised land
Now he was an Indian wise
He reached for Red Wing's thighs
With an old rubber boot on the end of his toot
He made poor Red Wing open up her eyes
But when she came to life
She grabbed her bowie knife
It flashed in the sky as she let it fly
And shortened his love life
Oh, the Moon shines down on pretty Red Wing
As she lays snoring, her knife adoring.
For, no longer do the braves come whoring.
They won't pay the price for the promised land.
Oh, girls if you wanna be wise, put away those knives.
Boys like to pay for a fling in the hay
But they don't wanna pay for the rest of their lives.
Mind what your mamma said, if you're lying in your bed
If you can't obey, don't reach for a blade
Have a hell of a time instead
Woo, the clouds go floating over Red Wing
As she lays snoring; her life is boring.
Why, she'd even welcome Hermann Goering
Into the pleasure of her promised land.