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  • 作词 : Frazier, Owens
    The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enough
    From time to time the nickel race keeps him from giving up
    The blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared street
    But there was food on the table for my Washington woman and me
    The work slowed down and then one day the foreman laid me off
    That night in a tavern down to my last dime I met a girl from Arkansas
    Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock, she had a mansion on white collared street
    The next morning my Washington woman woke up without me
    From city to city and state to state I grew heavier with shame
    My Washington woman had six months left before our child would bring her pain
    My Arkansas woman hurt me as we crossed the Arkansas line
    But the arms of Seattle were the arms that kept huggin' my mind
    For years I've basked in expensive wines, taste cheaper every day
    I gave up all the things I loved for all these things I hate
    And locked up all of her forgiveness the day I set myself free
    And the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for me
    My Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a while
    Inside a folded wordless page is a picture of my child
    All at once the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousy
    And there's a silence between my Arkansas woman and me
  • 作词 : Frazier, Owens
    The wages of an unskilled working man never paid enough
    From time to time the nickel race keeps him from giving up
    The blue collared man in Seattle never lives on white collared street
    But there was food on the table for my Washington woman and me
    The work slowed down and then one day the foreman laid me off
    That night in a tavern down to my last dime I met a girl from Arkansas
    Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock, she had a mansion on white collared street
    The next morning my Washington woman woke up without me
    From city to city and state to state I grew heavier with shame
    My Washington woman had six months left before our child would bring her pain
    My Arkansas woman hurt me as we crossed the Arkansas line
    But the arms of Seattle were the arms that kept huggin' my mind
    For years I've basked in expensive wines, taste cheaper every day
    I gave up all the things I loved for all these things I hate
    And locked up all of her forgiveness the day I set myself free
    And the heart of my Washington woman stopped beating for me
    My Washington woman sends me a letter every once in a while
    Inside a folded wordless page is a picture of my child
    All at once the room grows cold with a feeling of jealousy
    And there's a silence between my Arkansas woman and me