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PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Hammond
John Hammond
Vocals
Charlie Musselwhite
Charlie Musselwhite
Harp
Augie Meyers
Augie Meyers
Accordion
S. Taylor
S. Taylor
Bass
Stephen Hodges
Stephen Hodges
Drums
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Songwriter
Kathleen Brennan
Kathleen Brennan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Producer
Oz Fritz
Oz Fritz
Recording Engineer

歌詞

There was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn The trees are bending over and the cows are lying down The autumn's taking over, you can hear the buckshot hounds The watchman said to Reba the the loon Was it pale at Manzanita, was it blind Bob the coon? Pin it on a drifter, they sleep beneath the bridge One plays the violin and sleeps inside a fridge There was a murder in the red barn Murder in the red barn Someone's crying in the woods, someone's burying all his clothes Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer slept outside last night and froze Roadkill has its seasons just like anything There's possums in the autumn and there's farm cats in the spring There was a murder in the red barn Murder in the red barn Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house Or covet thy neighbor's wife But for some murder's the only door Through which they enter life Now they surrounded the house, they smoked him out and took him off in chains The sky turned black and bruised and months of heavy rains Now the ravens nest in the rotted roof of Chenoweth's old place And no one's asking Cal about that scar upon his face 'Cause there's nothing strange about an axe with bloodstains in the barn There's always some killing you've got to do around the farm A murder in the red barn Murder in the red barn The woods will never tell what sleeps beneath the trees Or what's buried beneath a rock or hiding in the leaves 'Cause roadkill has its seasons just like anything It's possums in the autumn and it's farm cats in the spring A murder in the red barn Murder in the red barn Now a lady can't do nothing without folks' tongues wagging Is that blood on the tree or is it autumn's red blaze? When the ground is soft for digging and the rain will bring all this gloom There's nothing wrong with a lady drinking alone in her room But there was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn There was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn There was a murder in the red barn A murder in the red barn
Writer(s): Kathleen Brennan, Thomas Alan Waits Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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