There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now
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He's blind and he's old
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And there's a bottle that rolls down the road
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Me I'm young and I'm so wild
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And I still feel the need
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Of your apron strings once in a while
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For there's taxi cabs hooting
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But I can't be foot-loose forever
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My suitcase it's a cheap one
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My darling she's a dear one
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My head's feeling light as a feather
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Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows
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Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows
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Long lost and lonely boy
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you're just a black sheep going home
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I want to feel your wheels of steel
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Underneath my itching heels
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Take my money
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Tell me when the whistle blows
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Part of me asked the young man for the time
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With a cool vacant stare of undue concern
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He said nine
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It's not so bad but I really do love the land
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And rather all this than those diamante lovers
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In Hyde Park holding hands
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Blowing heat through my fingers
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Trying to kill off this cold
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Will the street kids remember
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Can I still shoot a fast cue
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Has this country kid still got his soul
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Tell Me When The Whistle Blows
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| Elton John |
