Testo Nothing you can do Turnpike Troubadours

Nothing you can do

(One, two, one, two)

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

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

The factory roars and the clouds cry
A bluejay 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 th? ancient sea, the anchor's toss?d
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

In the old town square, he stands alone
They're sweeping up streets of cobblestone
While the accordion plays the soft and mournful tune
There's nothing that you can do
No, there's nothing that you can do