クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Samuel Ramey
Bass-Baritone
Renée Fleming
Soprano
The Metropolitan Opera
Orchestra
James Conlon
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlisle Floyd
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay David Saks
Producer
David Frost
Engineer
Silas Brown
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
That's mighty pretty singin', Susannah
Who is it?
It's your friend, the preacher, do you all sing so pretty?
I sing to myself when I'm sad or lonesome
It keeps me company
That's a right sad song
Don't look like it'd do you much good
My mama taught it to me a long time ago
What do you want here, Preacher Blitch?
This is what you might call a social visit
I want to talk to you 'bout your soul
There ain't nothin' to say
So you're wastin' your time
You're a hard-headed one, Susannah
The devil's in you
"Pride goeth before destruction,'' sister
Let's kneel and pray to God for your soul
No need to pray
I've done prayed enough for us both
The Lord woulda told me
If I'd done somethin' wrong
You still say exposin' yourself
Won't no sin against the Lord?
I been bathin' in that crick all spring
And won't no harm in it at all
'Til the neighbors seen me there
And started makin' up their tales
They didn't make up no tales, Susannah
Little Bat come over here
The very night after it happened
And told me that he lied about me
Told me that he lied
A-screamin' an hollerin' all over the yard
He ain't never set a hand on me
Sam woulda killed him if he had
I wish I could believe you
Don't believe it!
Don't believe it!
But it's the truth!
[Instrumental]
And I'll tell you somethin' else
I ain't never spent such a week as this
Not never in all my life
I don't know what it'd be like
To feel happy again
Or to wake up in the mornin' without this awful thing weighin' down on me
So's I don't even wanna get up and see what the day's like
And all the things people's said about me
And the looks people's give me
And the way they treated me at the picnic supper
And the way you treated me tonight
I don't know what it'd be like
To be happy again
And if I thought this was the way
The rest of my life was gonna be
I'd kill myself right now!
It's the sin in your heart
That weight you speak of
It's the sin in your heart
The sin in your heart
It ain't! It ain't! It ain't!
[Instrumental]
I've wrestled for your soul night after night
Maybe tomorrow you'll come to the light
Written by: Carlisle Floyd
