《The Turnpike Inn》歌词

[00:00:01] The Turnpike Inn-Ian Anderson

[00:00:23] Go no farther: access denied down

[00:00:26] byways, freeways of the past.

[00:00:30] The superhighway tollhouse humbly

[00:00:34] begs your pause, so just hold fast.

[00:00:38] A word in ear, free marketeer suggests

[00:00:41] you ponders, and takes your choice.

[00:00:45] For right of passage, freight or message,

[00:00:49] change your horses, raise your voice

[00:00:53] in protest at the pretty penny

[00:00:57] taken for your mortal sins.

[00:01:00] But dally now in sweet surrender, drown

[00:01:05] sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.

[00:01:16] Beware the brigand, pistols drawn,

[00:01:20] who offers life for modest fee

[00:01:23] and ends his days like poor John Austin,

[00:01:27] last man on the Tyburn Tree.

[00:01:31] The palest ale, the stoutest porter

[00:01:35] fortify the heart, the breast.

[00:01:39] Weary head on eider pillow, horse

[00:01:43] blanket over, down to rest.

[00:01:46] Though we too steal from honest wage,

[00:01:50] come lie with us, good kith and kin

[00:01:54] and dally now in sweet surrender,

[00:01:58] drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.

[00:02:22] Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.

[00:02:26] Drown your sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.

[00:02:29] Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.

[00:02:40] Though we too steal from honest wage,

[00:02:43] come lie with us, good kith and kin

[00:02:47] and dally now in sweet surrender,

[00:02:51] drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.

[00:02:55] Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.

[00:02:59] Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.