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• Artiste: Turnpike Troubadours
• Titre: Nothing You Can Do
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(One, two, one, two) In the old town square, the trumpets blow The dawn breaks through the local drone She fires a look, knocks you out of your shoes And there's nothing that you can do In a hotel room on St. Vincent street The walls repeat old hopes and dreams "I like a working man," he said, "I got working man blues" And there's nothing that you can do The factory roars and the clouds cry A bluejay mourns as the evening dies She's laid out long like she came from the Louvre And there's nothing that you can do To thе ancient sea, the anchor's tossеd The waves crash, cut the albatross If he walks away at all, it'll be black and blue And there's nothing that you can do In the old town square, he stands alone They're sweeping up streets of cobblestone While the accordion plays the soft and mournful tune There's nothing that you can do No, there's nothing that you can do