作词 : Johnny Cash 作曲 : Johnny Cash I couldn't hear you for the TV I didn't know you said goodbye I saw your canceled check for the airfare Didn't know flyin' got too high Beans for breakfast once again Hard to eat 'em from the can I've run out of clean utensils I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man I heard the crows outside my window Guess, it's me they're talkin' about The fire you lit, has burnt to cinders Every good thing's fizzled out Beans for breakfast once again Hard to eat 'em from the can Wish, you'd come back and wash the dishes I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man Caught a cold with the windows open Crow droppings on my window sill Probably got histoplasmosis Got no gun or I would kill them crows Beans for breakfast once again Hard to eat 'em from the can Plastic forks are a dime a dozen I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man Finally made it to the mailbox Felt so bad I thought, I'd die All I got was a bill from my doctor Well, I guess flyin' ain't so high Bean for breakfast once again Hard to eat 'em from the can Blue tick mattress cold and greasy I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man The house burned down from the fire that I built In your closet by mistake After I took all them pills But I got out safe in my duck head overalls Beans for breakfast once again I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man
作词 : Johnny Cash 作曲 : Johnny Cash I couldn't hear you for the TV I didn't know you said goodbye I saw your canceled check for the airfare Didn't know flyin' got too high Beans for breakfast once again Hard to eat 'em from the can I've run out of clean utensils I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man I heard the crows outside my window Guess, it's me they're talkin' about The fire you lit, has burnt to cinders Every good thing's fizzled out Beans for breakfast once again Hard to eat 'em from the can Wish, you'd come back and wash the dishes I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man Caught a cold with the windows open Crow droppings on my window sill Probably got histoplasmosis Got no gun or I would kill them crows Beans for breakfast once again Hard to eat 'em from the can Plastic forks are a dime a dozen I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man Finally made it to the mailbox Felt so bad I thought, I'd die All I got was a bill from my doctor Well, I guess flyin' ain't so high Bean for breakfast once again Hard to eat 'em from the can Blue tick mattress cold and greasy I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man The house burned down from the fire that I built In your closet by mistake After I took all them pills But I got out safe in my duck head overalls Beans for breakfast once again I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man
