Theres a dusty old gutter hes lying in now Hes blind and hes old And theres a bottle that rolls down the road Me Im young and Im so wild And I still feel the need Of your apron strings once in a while For theres taxi cabs hooting But I cant be foot-loose forever My suitcase its a cheap one My darling shes a dear one My heads feeling light as a feather
Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows Long lost and lonely boy youre just a black sheep going home I want to feel your wheels of steel Underneath my itching heels Take my money Tell me when the whistle blows
Part of me asked the young man for the time With a cool vacant stare of undue concern He said nine Its not so bad but I really do love the land And rather all this than those diamante lovers In Hyde Park holding hands Blowing heat through my fingers Trying to kill off this cold Will the street kids remember Can I still shoot a fast cue Has this country kid still got his soul
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