Feel Alright - Steve Earle (史蒂夫-厄尔)
Written by：Steve Earle
I was born my papa's son
A wandering eye and a smoking gun
Now some of you would live through me
Lock me up and throw away the key
Or just find a place to hide away
Hope that I'll just go away
I feel alright I feel alright tonight
I feel alright I feel alright tonight
I'll bring you precious contraband
And ancient tales from distant lands
Of conquerors and concubines and
Conjurers from darker times
Betrayal and conspiracy
Sacrilege and heresy
I feel alright I feel alright tonight
I feel alright I feel alright tonight
I got every thing you won't or need
Your darkest fear your fondest dream
I ask you questions tell you lies
Criticize and sympathize
Be careful what you wish for friend
Because I've been to hell and now I'm back again
I feel alright I feel alright tonight
I feel alright I feel alright tonight
I feel alright I feel alright tonight
