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In the old town square
The trumpets blow
The dawn breaks
Through the local drone
She fires a look
Knocks you outta your shoes
And there's nothing that you can do
In a hotel room
On St. Vincent Street
The walls repeat
Old hopes and dreams
"I like a working man"
And he said "I got the workin' man's blues"
And there's nothing that you can do
The factory roars
And the clouds cry
A Blue Jay mourns
As the evening dies
She's laid out long
Like she came from the Louvre
And there's nothing that you can do
To the ancient sea
The anchor's tossed
The waves crash
Cut the Albatross
If he walks away at all
It'll be black & blue
And there's nothing that you can do
In the old town square
He stands alone
They're sweeping up
Streets of cobblestone
While the accordion plays
A soft mournful tune
There's nothing you can do
No, there's nothing you can do