Текст песни: Buddy Bolden's Blues + перевод

I’ve been to Germany, I’ve been to Spain

Walked down Beale Street and turned up Main

When I put her on that last mail train

There was nothing left to lose

I listened to the engine whine

And when she set off this one last time

She didn’t leave a single thing behind

Just like Buddy Bolden’s Blues

There’s nothing uptown, no money down

Buy the high-tension whiskey just to pass around

Faces in the window, but I’m standing on the ground

And I’m down to twos and fews

The rhythm section is one seat short

And you can’t get on board without your passport

You knew she took so you’d come up short

Just one more gig you must refuse

In this town you can’t let down your guard

The boys play trumpet, but they blow too hard

In the final hand you get no wild card

Just the Buddy Bolden blues

The morning sun on a brown suitcase

And soon you too will have to leave this place

Just one more gone without a trace

Singing Buddy Bolden’s blues

Her eyes were closed when she said goodbye

She couldn’t see me and she didn’t try

Still she kissed me and I don’t know why

But she was never one to leaves clues

Trains come to town only to leave

The band plays loud to let the mourners grieve

The heart stays hidden in a rolled up sleeve

Empty pockets pay no dues

The sun don’t rise in a greasy sky

The rails may call, but the roads just sigh

Believe I’ll give New Orleans one more try

With a spit shine on my walking shoes

Stand on the corner, trying to catch a break

But good luck these days is too hard to fake

And there’s nothing left of her but what talk we make

Just like Buddy Bolden’s blues

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