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Sin Soplar, Sin Mostrar

Bobby Bland

No Blow, No Show

Well I was standin' at the track, waitin' for the train
to go by
Well I was standin' at the track, waitin' for the
train to go by
Well I was thinkin' 'bout my baby, all I could do was
cry
Well the train passed by, the whistle didn't even
blow
Well the train passed by, the whistle didn't even
blow
Well I was waitin' for my baby, she didn't even show
Oooh!
Well the train passed by, the whistle didn't even
blow
Well the train passed by, the whistle didn't even
blow
Well I was waitin' for my baby, she didn't even show
Well you don't know how it feels, man, to be alone
Well you don't know how it feels, man, to be alone
Well unless you had my baby, fall in love and she had
gone

Sin Soplar, Sin Mostrar

Estaba parado en la vía, esperando que pase el tren
Estaba parado en la vía, esperando que pase el tren
Estaba pensando en mi nena, todo lo que podía hacer era llorar
El tren pasó, el silbato ni siquiera sonó
El tren pasó, el silbato ni siquiera sonó
Estaba esperando a mi nena, ni siquiera se presentó
¡Oooh!
El tren pasó, el silbato ni siquiera sonó
El tren pasó, el silbato ni siquiera sonó
Estaba esperando a mi nena, ni siquiera se presentó
No sabes cómo se siente, amigo, estar solo
No sabes cómo se siente, amigo, estar solo
A menos que hayas tenido a mi nena, enamorarte y que se haya ido

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