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I've been to Germany, I've been to SpainWalked down Beale Street and turned up MainWhen I put her on that last mail trainthere was nothing left to loseI listened to the engine whineAnd when she set off this one last timeshe didn't leave a single thing behindJust like Buddy Bolden's BluesThere's nothing uptown, no money downBuy the high-tension whiskey just to pass aroundFaces in the window, but I'm standing on the groundand I'm down to twos and fewsThe rhythm section is one seat shortAnd you can't get on board without your passportYou knew she took so you'd come up shortJust one more gig you must refuse(Refrain:)In this town you can't let down your guardThe boys play trumpet, but they blow too hardIn the final hand you get no wild cardjust the Buddy Bolden bluesThe morning sun on a brown suitcaseSongtexteAnd soon you too will have to leave this placeJust one more gone without a tracesinging Buddy Bolden's bluesHer eyes were closed when she said goodbyeShe couldn't see me and she didn't tryStill she kissed me and I don't know whybut she was never one to leaves cluesTrains come to town only to leaveThe band plays loud to let the mourners grieveThe heart stays hidden in a rolled up sleeveEmpty pockets pay no duesThe sun don't rise in a greasy skyThe rails may call, but the roads just sighBelieve I'll give New Orleans one more trywith a spit shine on my walking shoesStand on the corner, trying to catch a breakBut good luck these days is too hard to fakeAnd there's nothing left of her but what talk we makeJust like Buddy Bolden's blues Aus Songtexte Mania