歌词
Play one more, and then I'm leavin', boys
Pick one more, let those guitars ring
I can't tarry here too long, for I do believe
She been high-strung like a swallow on the wing
She may be gone
Oh, this smoky laughin' room does seem to ease my mind
Not to mention a few too many that I've had
But I'll pack my guitar up, for I do believe
She been high-strung and lately feelin' bad
She may be gone
Mm, mm, mm
Mm
We ain't been gettin' along for a month or more
Yes, I might be better off if she'd just go
But to get home with the dawn and find an empty room
Could I stand the pain? I really don't think so
So play one more and then I'm leavin', boys
Pick one more, let those guitars ring
I can't tarry here too long, for I do believe
She been high-strung like a swallow on the wing
She may be gone
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm
Written by: Ian Tyson
