Tytuł: These old bones

• Wykonawca: Dolly Parton
• Wyświetleń: 222

  
   These old bones will tell your story,
  these old bones will never lie,
  these old bones will tell you surely,
  what you can't see with your eye.
  These old bones, I shake and rattle,
  these old bones, I toss and roll,
  and it's all in where they scatter,
  tells you what the future holds.
  
  Oh, she lived up on the mountain,
  eleven miles or so from town,
  with a one-eyed cat namend Wink,
  a billy goat and a blue tick hound.
  Her graying hair was braided,
  and wrapped around her head,
  and her dress was long and faded,
  and her home a rusty shed.
  
  In a little pouch of burlap,
  tied with a piece of twine,
  there were bones all shapes and sizes,
  gathered through the course of time.
  She'd throw them out before you,
  she swore that she could see,
  the present, past and future,
  she could read your destiny.
  
  Everybody knew about her,
  came to get their fortune read,
  concerning health and wealth and power,
  who to love and when to wed.
  Well, I just like helpin' people,
  I'm just glad that I could help,
  Why, I know everybody's secrets,
  but I keep it to myself.
  
  These old bones will tell your story,
  these old bones will never lie,
  these old bones will tell you surely,
  what you can't see with your eye.
  These old bones, I ahke and rattle,
  these old bones, I toss and roll,
  and it's all in where they scatter,
  tells you what the future holds.
  
  I had often heard about her,
  dreamed about her now and then,
  for I, too, was clairvoyant,
  came about when I was ten.
  I was fascinated with her,
  and the things I'd heard about,
  and I knew some day I'd meet her,
  and one day it came about.
  
  Well I know'd that you 'uz a'comin',
  I could feel it in my bones,
  these old bones have also told me,
  that I won't be here for long.
  Did you know that you 'uz adopted?
  Did you know you once't was mine?
  but the county took you from me,
  said I wasn't right in mind.
  
  But I just know'd I had to see you,
  'fore these bones was laid to rest,
  so I conjured up a message,
  it must'a worked, I guess.
  This gift runs in the family,
  I know you also know,
  and I passed this gift on to you,
  these old bones, they're just for show.
  
  These old bones will tell you story,
  these old bones will never lie,
  these old bones will tell you surely,
  how to live and when you'll die.
  These old bones, I shake and rattle,
  these old bones, I toss and roll,
  and it's all in where they scatter,
  tells you what the future holds.
  
  I held her hand while she was dyin';
  And with the funeral through,
  I headed on back up the mountain,
  for Billy, Wink and Blue.
  And that little pouch of burlap,
  with those bones so worn and old,
  she give me somethin' special,
  now every time I throw.
  
  These old bones will tell your story,
  these old bones will never lie,
  these old bones will tell you surley,
  what you can't see with your eye.
  These old bones, I shake and rattle,
  these old bones, I toss and roll,
  and it's all in how they scatter,
  tells you what the future holds.
  
  (Ad libs)
  Now I can't tell you what you want to hear,
  I just tell you what I see,
  it's these old bones a'talkin'.
  Blame it on them; don't pack it on me.
  It's just like that time that there boy died,
  up at the sawmill.
  
  Well, I know'd who done it, but I never said.
  And I know'd when somebody is a cheatin',
  or when somebody's baby was gonna be born dead.
  But unless somebody just plain out and asked me,
  well, I just figured there ain't no point goin' around actin',
  like you know everything, just 'cause you might.
  Ah, you know girl I want you to take these bones.
  'Cause I don't want no young'un of mine a'goin' around unprepared.
  You just remember that the magic is inside you,
  there ain't no crystal ball.