paroles de chanson Travelin' Blues (Live) - Blind Willie McTell

I was travelin' through South Americas
Walked up to a lady's house
Called her Grandma
Didn't know her name, she give me something to eat
Walked on down the road
I heard a old train, getting off like this
I heard a old bell ring, kinda like this
I went on down, I heard an old whistle blow, I heard it saying

Look a-yonder
Look a-yonder
At the women
At the women

I went on then, and begin to sing to the engineer

Mr. Engineer, let a man ride the blinds
Mr. Engineer, let a poor man ride the blinds
Said, "I wouldn't mind it, fella
But you know this train ain't mine"

I begin to hear that old fella blow it long, sho'
Here the way he blowed
Then I begin to sing to him one more time

You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer
You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer
I'm trying' to hobo my way
And you leave me standing' here

Then I go along further and begin to sing "Poor Boy" to him
Then he begin to smile in my face

Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world
Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world
Poor boy, you ain't got no girl

Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs
How he wanted 'em fixed
Hear him say

Scrambled down
Scrambled down
Scrambled down

Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs
I hear him say

Cheese
Eggs
Dinner
Dinner

Then I begin to hear him tell me about Emry

I love you Emry, I love you true
Love you, Emry, tell the world I do
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