[00:00.000] 作词 : Blind Willie McTell
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Blind Willie McTell
[00:08.684]Now, looky here, momma, let me explain you this,
[00:11.687]You wanna get crooked, I'll even give you my fist.
[00:13.934]You might read from Revelation back to Genesis,
[00:16.948]You get crooked, your southern can belongs to me.
[00:19.698]So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me,
[00:22.437]Your southern can is mine in the mornin',
[00:25.696]Your southern can belongs to me.
[00:28.130]You might go uptown, have me arrested, put in jail,
[00:31.129]Some hotshot's got money, gonna pull my bail.
[00:34.130]Soon as I get out, hit the ground,
[00:36.877]Your southern can is worth a dollar and half a pound.
[00:39.876]So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me,
[00:42.627]Your southern can is mine, talkin' about it,
[00:45.383]Your southern can belongs to me.
[00:48.133]You might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north,
[00:51.137]Understand you can't rule me or be my boss.
[00:54.141]Take it from the east and hide in the west,
[00:56.880]But when I get you, momma, you can't a-see no rest.
[00:59.635]So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me,
[01:02.394]Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin',
[01:05.385]Your southern can belongs to me.
[01:08.376]Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand,
[01:11.124]When I hit you, momma, then you feel my hand.
[01:13.884]Give you a punch through that barbed wire fence,
[01:16.881]When I hit you, baby, you know I make no sense.
[01:19.631]So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me,
[01:22.372]Your southern can is mine, I know it,
[01:25.381]Your southern can belongs to me.
[01:27.896]Now, look here, woman, don't get hot,
[01:30.886]I'm gonna grab me a brick outta my backyard.
[01:33.634]So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me,
[01:36.628]Your southern can is mine, talkin' about it,
[01:39.382]Your southern can belongs to me.
[01:42.127]Well, if I catch you, momma, down in the heart of town,
[01:44.882]I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down.
[01:47.874]So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me,
[01:50.623]Your southern can is mine, I know it,
[01:53.376]Your southern can belongs to me.
[01:56.123]You may be deathbed sick, baby, graveyard bound.
[01:59.131]Gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound.
[02:01.883]So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me,
[02:04.879]Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin',
[02:07.630]Your southern can belongs to me.