Dresden Songtext
von Cold Chisel

The morning breeze is off and gone
The winding factory streets are cleaned
Old ladies put the kettle on
And all-night lechers pause and lean
On grey shop windows, everywhere
A deeper hum is in the air
A hotel room, a drifter leaves no clues

He rides a freight-train out of town
And whistles at the icy rime
The cattle float like thistle-downs
And God is on the edge of time
Somewhere behind, a siren wails
A freight-train soars above the rails
The traveller, he′s hard as nails
As the train sweeps down the line


The salmon season's here to stay
And etched into each shoulder-bone
The mark of Cain is on display
Stone above each measured stone
Old Dresden burns above the breeze
The traveller is on his knees
He watches sledge-wings dip and play
So far above the holy throne
Hey yeah, all right

Dresden blues
Dresden blues
Dresden blues
Dresden blues

Well, I feel it burnin′ down
Burnin' down
I can feel it burnin' down to the ground
It′s burnin′ down
I got those Dresden blues
I can feel it burnin' down to the ground
It′s burnin' down

I feel it burnin′ down, burnin' down
Well, it′s burnin' down to the ground
I can feel that Dresden burnin'
Oh, Dresden burnin′
I got those Dresden blues
Got those Dresden blues again
Oh, yeah