歌词
The morning breeze is off and gone
The winding factory streets are clean
Old ladies put the kettle on
And all-night lechers pause and lean
On grey shop windows, everywhere
A deeper hum is in the air
A hotel room, drifter leaves no clues
♪
He rides a freight-train out of town
And whistles at the icy rime
The cattle float like thistle-downs
And God is on the edge of time
Somewhere behind a siren wails
The freight-train soars above the rails
The traveller, he's hard as nails
As the train sweeps down the line
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The salmon season's here to stay
And etched into each shoulder-bone
The mark of Cain is on display
As stone above each measured stone
Old Dresden burns above the breeze
The traveller, he's on his knees
He's watching sledge-wings dip and play
So far above the holy throne
Hey yeah, all right
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Dresden blues
Dresden blues
Dresden blues
Dresden blues
Well I feel it burnin' down
Burnin' down
I can feel it burnin' down to the ground
It's burnin' down
I got those Dresden blues
I can feel it burnin' down to the ground
It's burnin' down
I feel it burnin' down, burnin' down
Well it's burnin' down to the ground
I can feel that Dresden burnin'
Dresden' burnin'
I got those Dresden' blues