Red Stick Ramblers Follow

Right, blow horn

You must leave now
Take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep
You, you better grab it fast

You understands
Your orphan with his gun
And that's no fun
Crying
Like a fire in the sun

So, so look out, babe
The saints are comin' through
Oba, was vorbei is
Is vorbei, baby blue

The highway is for gamblers
You better use your sins
Take whatever you gathered
Take whatever you gathered
From your coincidence

The empty handed painter
From your streets
Is drawing crazy patters
On his sheets

And babe, the sky too
Is folding over you
Oba trotzdem, was vorbei is
Is vorbei, baby blue

Und vergi nicht deine
High heels, deine high heels
Deine heien, roten schuh'
Baby blue

Leave your stepping stones behind
There's something that calls for you
Forget the dead you've left
They will not follow you

Your lover who has just walked
Out the door
He has taken all his blankets
From the floor, Jesus

Look out, babe
The saints are comin' through
Oba, was vorbei is
Is vorbei, baby blue

Go, strike another match, go, go
Get, start something new
Start something new
Oba, was vorbei is
Is vorbei, baby blue

Still lovin', baby
Und wenns'd mi hearst
Dann wat eh wen I man, okay
There's a couple of drinks more, please

Right, blow horn