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• Artiste: David Berkeley
• Titre: Milwaukee Road
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Lay with me again beside the old Milwaukee Road. We would watch the world go past until our feet got cold. Yeah, that was years before. And she ain't here no more. Train would blow right by her place. It cut the night in half. Train would blow her clothes clear off the line stretched out in back. Oh my my, that dress she wore, so soft, so blue. Thousand miles and two straight lines between this town and you. Yeah, Old Milwaukee Road, bring my baby home. Seems the switchman had it all wrong. Left her off where she don't belong. So please, I got nothing that rhymes, just busted jeans and time, and the old Milwaukee Line. So, uncork the bottle, fill the flask, and don't be holding back. Fifteen years I worked this line, my arms, my face gone black. I tried, I tried to leave this place, I guess it's like they say: Some go up and some go down, and some just stay this way. Yeah, Old Milwaukee Road, bring my baby home. Seems the switchman had it all wrong. Left her off where she don't belong. So please, I got nothing that rhymes, just busted dreams and time, and the old Milwaukee Line. Now there's grass grown on the track, no way the cars can roll. What I'd give just one more time, to hear that whistle blow. Yeah, Old Milwaukee Road, bring my baby home.