ฟังเพลงJenny

Jenny - Steve Taylor

On a Saturday night

All the girls run free

Singing "Bury me not on the lone Prairie"

But where do you go

When you finish broken-hearted

Back to the dust

Where you started

Jenny cut her teeth in a midwest shack

As a shantytown girl

On the wrong end of the tracks

Her mama taught her everything

She'd need to get along

And her Sunday School teacher

Taught her right and wrong

Raised to be respectable

But born to be poor

It was all she'd ever known

But she figured there was more

When she came of age

Jenny made herself a vow

"I'm gonna get out and I don't care how"

It appeared every Autumn on the courthouse lawn

And the leaves never fell 'til the carnival was gone

Michael was a barker for an arcade ride

With a smooth-talk tongue

And a wandering eye

"Get your tickets here for the Halls O'Mirrors maze

If you can't get out

I know a couple ways"

He caught Jenny's eye but her thoughts looked down

All she wanted was a ticket going out of that town

How how I wanna bury you

How bury you and run away done away

How how I wanna bury your memory

Why don't you let me be

Michael stole a kiss then he whispered at last

"You're a little old-fashioned

So forget about your past

These Bible belt folks think living is a sin

So they all start dying from the day they're born again"

And there atop the Ferris wheel

The colors were a blur

The morning

Said he loved her but she wasn't really sure

He made her promise not to leave

Until he came to get her

She promised him

But she should have known better

She cried she cried

How how I wanna bury you

How bury you and run away done away

How how I wanna bury your memory

Why don't you let me be

On a train stowaway

Jesus loves you still

And your mama wants you home

But oh bridges burn

When you carry your shame

And you think you can't return

How how I wanna bury you

How bury you and run away done away

How how I wanna bury your memory

When they finally found

Her body on a cold dog day

It was in a cattle car buried in the hay

A note in the pocket of her calico dress

Said "I'm guilty as sin but I can't confess"

Once you know the truth you can hide it on a shelf

But unless you bring it down

Live with yourself

In her right hand Jenny held the Bible of her mother

Jenny had a pistol in the other

On a Saturday night all the girls run free

Singing "bury me not on the lone prairie"

But where do you go

When you finish broken-hearted

Back to the dust where you started