Hey Joe, you got it

Right, blow horn 

You must leave now
Take what you need, you think will last
But what ever you wish to keep, you, you better grab it fast
Yoder stands your orphan with his gun, and that's no for
Crying like a fire in the sun
So, so look out, babe, the saints are comin' through
Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue 

The highway is for gamblers, you better use your sins
Take what ever you gathered, take what ever you gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
is drawing crazy patters on your sheets ha!

Take what ever you gathered, take what ever you gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
is drawing crazy patters on your sheets ha! babe!
And babe, the sky too, is folding over you alright
Oba trotzdem, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue 

Und vergiss' nicht deine High-Heels, deine High-Heels
deine heissen, roten Schuh', Baby Blue 

Leave your stepping stones behind, that something that calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
Your lover who just walked out the door
he has taken all his blankets from the floor, Jesus
Look out, babe, the saints are coming through

yes babe
Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue hey

Go, Strike another match, go, go, get start something new,

start something new
Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue 

Still lovin', baby
Und wenns'd mi hearst, dann waßt eh wen i man, OK 

(talking)
just band
There's a couple of drinks more, please

tsch!!