Expat. Blues Songtext
von Dan Stuart

I woke up in a cheap hotel
Sorting through my change
Pulled back the curtains and I peeked outside
But it all looked the same
I picked up my cold guitar
But I couldn′t play a lick
Down in the street I watched the girls
Waiting to play a trick

Lord help me find my way
Back to Baltimore
I've been stranded for too long
Washed up on this shore


Stumbled down a cobbled lane
I smelled some barbecue
I turned the corner and I smacked heads
With a man dressed in blue

Lord help me find my way
Back to Baltimore
I′ve been stranded for too long
Washed up on this shore

Well I wound up in a cheap cafe
Heard it from a one-eyed man
"Listen pal, you'll turn to dust
This city will all be sand"


Lord help me find my way
Back to Baltimore
I've been stranded here too long
Washed up on this shore
Lord help me find my way
Back to Baltimore
I′ve been stranded for too long
Washed up on this shore