Songtext von Warren Harding

I'm leaving my home in Europe behind Heading out for a new state of mind New York town is calling to me Dollar an hour from the company Warren Gameliel Harding Alone in the White House, watching the sun Come up on the morning of 1921 I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to I've got no shoes upon my feet I've been all day with nothing to eat It sure gets hard down here in the street But I know where I'm going to be Warren Gameliel Harding Playing cards in a smoke-filled room Winning and losing, filling the time I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to Don't go down to the docks tonight The cops are nosing around for the site We moved the booze just before daylight They won't find it now, it'll be alright Warren Gameliel Harding In Alaska running out of days Leaving the ladies, God moves in strange ways I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to Don't leave me here on such a lonely day... Don't leave me here on such a lonely day...