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| I’m hoppin’ a ride on the Nowhere Special. If I don't leave now, I know this mess'll Kill me dead as a bug on a trestle That shoulda caught a ride on the Nowhere Special. I’m catchin’ a ride on the Nowhere Special. If I don’t leave now on this loco-vessel I will be more dead than a cat in a cesspool That shoulda caught a ride on the Nowhere Special. Bridge Baby, you been whitewashin’ me with your love for so long, I’m surprised my picket fence is still standin’.* Chorus Blue is the color of my true love’s blood Blue is the color of her eyes Blue is the color of my true love’s hair Blue is the color of her lies I’m steppin’ out on the Nowhere Special. I’m blowin’ town like down from a thistle I’ll miss you, kid, like spit from a whistle I’m steppin’ out on the Nowhere Special. Steppin’ out on the Nowhere Special. Steppin’ out on the Nowhere Special. Steppin’ out... to go nowhere special... I ain’t a-gonna live in no stinkin’ cesspool. Baby, you been whitewashin’ me with your love for so long, I’m surprised my picket fence is still standin’. Blue is the color of my true love’s blood Blue is the color I despise Blue is the color of her true love's ball Blue is a lover with no ties. (Spoken over the coda) Good-bye whitewash— Hello blues! Whoot-whoo! -- * With thanks to Brian John Saamer |
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