There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now He's blind and he's old And there's a bottle that rolls down the road Me I'm young and I'm so wild And I still feel the need Of your apron strings once in a while For there's taxi cabs hooting But I can't be foot-loose forever My suitcase it's a cheap one My darling she's a dear one My head's feeling light as a feather
Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows Long lost and lonely boy You're just a black sheep going home I want to feel your wheels of steel Underneath my itching heels Take my money Tell me when the whistle blows
Part of me asked the young man for the time With a cool vacant stare of undue concern He said nine It's not so bad but I really do love the land And rather all this than those diamanté lovers In Hyde Park holding hands Blowing heat through my fingers Trying to kill off this cold Will the street kids remember Can I still shoot a fast cue Has this country kid still got his soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
