Songtexte Dresden - Live At Bombay Rock - Cold Chisel

Here's a song of the Breakfast album
This one's called the "Dresden Blues"
(One, two, one two three)

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, a drifter leaves no clues
Hey yeah

He rides a freight-train out of town
And whistles as the icy rime
The cattle float like thistle-downs
And God is on the edge of time
Somewhere behind a siren wails
A freight-train soars above the rails
The traveller, he's hard as nails
As the train sweeps down the line

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, alright

Dresden blues
Dresden blues
Dresden blues
Dresden blues

Well I, well I, well I feel it burnin' down below
I can feel it burnin' down to the ground
It's burnin' down, yeah
Burnin' down, I can feel those Dresden blues to the ground
Watch it burnin' down
I got those blues, I got those blues again
It's burnin' down, it's burnin' down, yeah, it's burnin' down, burnin' down, yeah

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