Turnpike Troubadours Nothing You Can Do
[Intro]
(One, two, one, two)
[Verse 1]
In the old town square, the trumpets blow
The dawn breaks through the local drone
She fires a look, knocks you out of your shoes
And there's nothing that you can do
[Verse 2]
In a hotel room on St. Vincent Street
The walls repeat old hopes and dreams
"I like a working man," he said, "I got working man blues"
And there's nothing that you can do
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
To thе ancient sea, the anchor's tossеd
The waves crash, cut the albatross
If he walks away at all, it'll be black and blue
And there's nothing that you can do
[Verse 5]
In the old town square, he stands alone
They're sweeping up streets of cobblestone
While the accordion plays a soft and mournful tune
There's nothing that you can do
No, there's nothing that you can do
