[00:00.000] 作词 : Hoyt Van Tanner[00:00.179] 作曲 : Hoyt Van Tanner[00:00.359][00:05.942]Her face read like Anna Karenina[00:11.177]She was strong as that old gypsum weed[00:17.307]And oh she could dance like a blind beggar's hand[00:23.179]Just waiting for someone to see[00:26.429][00:28.820]She spoke like a hard night in Beaumont[00:34.520]Carried on like the old Suwannee[00:40.200]And she came along like a ravenous song[00:45.840]So hungry for someone to sing[00:49.353][00:51.775]The days turned like cowards[00:54.479]So swiftly to the hour of need[01:03.117]And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache will leave[01:14.668]Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy[01:19.255]Born with no name[01:22.193][01:26.511]Her eyes thеy were set likе a cannon[01:32.131]And boy, they'd blow you away[01:38.089]She'd cross your mind like a cheap box of wine[01:43.195]Where each sip's like a track switch and train[01:47.222][01:49.372]She swore like a dry county welder[01:55.039]She's pry on the side seldom seen[02:00.945]And she could make love like Augusta Road[02:06.555]And just buckle like the bends in a creek[02:10.293][02:12.654]The days turned like cowards[02:15.331]So swiftly to the hour of need[02:23.695]And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache will leave[02:35.539]Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy[02:40.171]Born with no name[02:43.304][03:04.588]The days turned like cowards[03:06.996]So swiftly to the hour of need[03:15.908]And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache will leave[03:27.156]Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy[03:32.545]Born with no name