Lowside Of The Road - Tom Waits (汤姆·威兹)

I'm on a black elevator

Going down

Little Joe from Kokomo

It rattles to the ground

The dice is laughing at the

Man that he thrown

Your rolling over to the

Lowside of the road

The moon is red and your

Dancing real slow

29 miles left to go

The chain monkeys

Help you with your load

You're rolling over to the

Lowside of the road

Jezebel is naked

With an axe

The prosecution tell you

To relax

Your head feels like its ready

To explode

You're rolling over you're rolling over

Well the clapper has been ripped

Out of the bell

The flapper has been kicked right

Out of hell

When the horse whips the

Man that he rode

You're rolling over to the low side of the road

The dog won't bite if you beat

Him with a bone

She's so shy when she's

Talking on the phone

And the round rises up and starts to groan

You're rolling over to the

Lowside of the road

To the lowside of the road

To the lowside of the road