歌曲名 Seven Curses (Live At Town Hall, New York, Ny April 1963)

歌手名 Bob Dylan

作词：Bob Dylan

作曲：Bob Dylan

Old reilly stole a stallion

But they caught him and they brought him back

And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground

With an iron chain around his neck

Old reillys daughter got a message

That her father was goin to hang

She rode by night and came by morning

With gold and silver in her hand

When the judge he saw reillys daughter

His old eyes deepened in his head

Sayin gold will never free your father

The price my dear is you instead

Oh I'm as good as dead cried reilly

Its only you that he does crave

And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all

Get on your horse and ride away

Oh father you will surely die

If I don't take the chance to try

And pay the price and not take your advice

For that reason I will have to stay

The gallows shadows shook the evening

In the night a hound dog bayed

In the night the grounds were groanin

In the night the price was paid

The next mornin she had awoken

To know that the judge had never spoken

She saw that hangin branch a-bendin

She saw her fathers body broken

These be seven curses on a judge so cruel:

That one doctor will not save him

That two healers will not heal him

That three eyes will not see him

That four ears will not hear him

That five walls will not hide him

That six diggers will not bury him

And that seven deaths shall never kill him