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jack hwite - white american death kamp blues كلمات الأغنية

heard the whistle a blowin’ oh
i waited on the rye
chuggin’ through the night and
i supped the bitter dry
where my trains are going lord
i take it where it went
seems i ain’t been drivin’ since she went around the bend, oh

take me back to how it was before
i don’t recognize you anymore, no

i reminisce to detroit city, back in how it were
i your little cowboy and gold was in your hair
as the factories and stacks and memories of old
blackened is our dream and amеrica was sold, oh

take me home to how it was bеfore
i don’t recognize it anymore, no

heard the whistle blowin’ lord
i waited on the rye
chuggin through the night and
i supped the bitter dry
supped that bitter dry
supped that bitter dry

- jack hwite

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