文本歌词

The Third of July - John Prine (约翰·普林)
It was the third of july on a cool cloudy sky
I set in for a storm in the making
I relaxed as I sat up in our three room flat
While my wife was in the kitchen baking
Thoughts passed through
My mind of no special kind
Like faces that look like the others
Tomorrow they say is independence day
And I guess I'll go eat at my brother's
I believe that a thought
Has just gotten caught
In a place where words can't surround it
It concerns the years past
And the shadows they cast
And my path as I walk around it
It was the third of july
On a cool cloudy sky
I set in for a storm in the making
I relaxed as I sat up in our three room flat
While my wife was in the kitchen baking
Thoughts passed through
My mind of no special kind
Like faces that look like the others
Tomorrow they say is independence day
And I guess I'll go eat at my brother's