Gun Street Girl Tom Waits

Falling James in the Tahoe mud Stick around to tell us all the tale Well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail Dancing in the Birmingham jail He took

A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun Tom Waits

But it's raining, it's pouring Didn't bring a sweater Nebraska never lets you come back home No Hollywood wine by the thrifty mart sign Any night I'll be willin' to bet There's a young girl With sweet

Jersey Girl Tom Waits

Got no time for the corner boys Down in the street makin?all that noise Don？t want no girls on Eighth Avenue Cause tonight I？m gonna be with you Cause tonight I？

Fannin Street Tom Waits

> There's a crooked street in Houston town, It's a well born path I've traveled down Now there's ruin in my name, I wish I never got off the train, I wished I'd listened to the words you said.

Circus Tom Waits

was like electric sugar And Zuzu Bolin played 'Stavin' Chain' and Mighty Tiny on the saw and he threw his head back with a mouth full of gold teeth And they played 'Lopsided heart' And 'Moon over Dog Street

Potter's Field Tom Waits

against a dragnet's eye a shivering nightstick in a miserable heap with the siren for a lullaby singing him to sleep he was bleeding from a buttonhole torn by a slug fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun

Shake It Tom Waits

out of jail Wheel spin, roulette Who's giving, don't get Ripped shirt, black eye Tuxedo, bow tie Dark sound, straight road Get lost, get loaded Enlisted men, off duty Stolen clouds, dark beauty Cold gun

Time Tom Waits

Well the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws And you’re east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds

Trampled Rose Tom Waits

Long way going to Get my medicine Sky's the autumn grey of a lonely wren Piano from a window played Gone tomorrow, gone yesterday I found it in the street At first I did not see Lying at my feet A trampled

Tom Waits Anouk

night A figment of my brain On the downtown train And we had nowhere to go So we got off to take a walk In the pouring rain You said you rode it once And you would ride it again Please take me with you Tom

Jockey Full Of Bourbon Tom Waits

Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring rain Sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I've been drinking

How's It Gonna End Tom Waits

Behind a smoke colored curtain, the girl disappeared They found out that the ring was a fake A tree born crooked, will never grow straight She sunk like a hammer into the lake A long lost letter and

Downtown Tom Waits

red pants and the sugarman in, the temple street gloom, drinkin' chivas regal in a four dollar room, just another dead soldier in a powder blue night, sugarman says baby everything's alright, goin'

Downtown Train Tom Waits

Outside another yellow moon punched a hole in the nighttime, yes I climb through the window and down the street shining like a new dime the downtown trains are full with all those Brooklyn girls they try

Burma Shave Tom Waits

licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks and the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through he was a

The Black Rider Tom Waits

We'll have a gay old time Anchors away with the Black Rider I'll drink your blood like wine I'll drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider Out where the bullets shine And when you're done You cock your gun

Hoist That Rag Tom Waits

Well, we stick our fingers in the ground, heave and turn the world around Smoke is blacking out the sun At night I pray and clean my gun The cracked bell rings as the ghost bird sings and the gods go

Muriel Tom Waits

muriel since you left town the clubs closed down and there's one more burned out lamppost down on the main street down where we used to stroll and muriel i still hit all the same old haunts and you follow

LowDown Tom Waits

Fayette, Big Eyed Al The second hand moon's shining for my gal She's a big red flag in a mean bullpen She'll steal it from you, sell right Back to you again Well she's a whild rose, she's not settled Cold gun

I'll Take New York Tom Waits

when I land Beat the parade drum hit all the bars I want the moon and stars But I'll take NY I'll make it happen Blow out the candlels tear off the wrappin' And I know someday they'll have to name a street

Sins Of My Father Tom Waits

God said don't give me your Tin horn prayers Don't buy roses off the street down there Took it all and took the dirt road home Dreaming of Jenny with the light brown hair Night is falling like a bloody

Mr. Siegal Tom Waits

i spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse, across the street from a catholic church, and then i wiped off my revolver, and i buttoned up my burgundy shirt, i shot the morning in the back, with my red

Coney Island Baby Tom Waits

I'm with her, I'm the richest Man in the town She's a rose, she's the pearl She's the spin on my world All the stars make their wishes on her eyes She's my Coney Island Baby She's my Coney Island Girl

On The Other Side Of The World Tom Waits

There's a blue eyed girl with a red bow tie and a string of pearls with one good eye in a rainy town the chimney smoke will curl no one likes clowns on the other side of the world and the children know

Drunk On The Moon Tom Waits

slipper It's pouring champagne stars Broadway's like a serpent Pulling shiny top-down cars Laramer is teeming With that undulating beat And some Bonneville is screaming It's way wilder down the street

Altar Boy Tom Waits

> He's an ol' altar boy Lying out there in the street He's an ol' alter boy Bound up in leather and chains That's why I'm feeling so blue I'm an old altar boy What about you?

Old Shoes (And Picture Postcards) Tom Waits

So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone.

Old Shoes (& Picture Postcards) Tom Waits

So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear And your tears cannot bind me anymore, And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone.

Pony Tom Waits

everywhere in the Whole wide world I rode the high line With old blind Darby I danced real slow With Ida Jane I was full of wonder When I left Murfreesboro Now I am full of hollow On Maxwell street

Georgia Lee Tom Waits

Cold was the night, hard was the ground They found her in a small grove of trees Lonesome was the place where Georgia was found She's too young to be out On the street. Why wasn't God watching?

Big In Japan Tom Waits

I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I got the moon I got the cheese I got the whole damn nation On its knees I got the rooster I got the crow I got the ebb I got the flow I got the powder but not the gun

Metropolitan Glide Tom Waits

Show your teeth, bray like a calf You kill me with your machine gun laugh You make me trouble with the floor thats creaking Ive been ready to ka-boom for a week Put on your stockings and your powder and

Crossroads Tom Waits

always work that way You see, some bullets is special for a single aim A certain stag, or a certain person And no matter where you are, that's where the bullet will end up And in the moment of aiming, the gun

Hold On Tom Waits

They hung a sign up in out town "if you live it up, you won't live it down" So, she left Monte Rio, son Just like a bullet leaves a gun With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips She went and took that California

Big Black Mariah Tom Waits

Well cutting through the cane break, rattling the sill Thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops the hill Big light on the back street, hill to ever more Packing down the ladder with the hammer

Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis Tom Waits

Hey Charlie, I'm pregnant And living on 9th Street Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue And I stopped takin’ dope And I quit drinkin’ whiskey And my old man plays the trombone And works

Swordfishtrombone Tom Waits

with a party in his head and modified Brougham DeVille and a pair of legs that opened up like butterfly wings and a mad dog that wouldn't sit still he went and took up with a Salvation Army Band girl

Frank`s Wild Years Tom Waits

with a party in his head and modified Brougham DeVille and a pair of legs that opened up like butterfly wings and a mad dog that wouldn't sit still he went and took up with a Salvation Army Band girl

Tom Traubert`s Blues (Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen) Tom Waits

And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, And a wound that will never heal No prima donna, the perfume is on an Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street

Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen) (LP Version) Tom Waits

And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, And a wound that will never heal No prima donna, the perfume is on an Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street

Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen) Tom Waits

with me And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, And a wound that will never heal No prima donna, the perfume is on an Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street

Poor Edward Tom Waits

On the back of his head he had another face Was it a woman's face or a young girl?

Better Off Without A Wife Tom Waits

Oh it's just kind of little anthem here All my friends are married Every Tom and Dick and Harry You must be strong to go it alone Here's to the bachelors and the Bowery bums And those who feel that they're

Burma-Shave Tom Waits

Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town Took the one eyed Jacks across the railroad tracks And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through Hes

Tom Traubert’s Blues (Four Sheets to the Wind in Copenhagen) Tom Waits

And it\'s a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace And a wound that will never heal No prima donna, the perfume is on An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street

Kentucky Avenue Tom Waits

half pack of lucky strikes man, come along with me Let's fill our pockets with macadamia nuts Then go over to Bobby good Mansons and jump off the roof Hilda plays strip poker and her mama's across the street

Romeo Is Bleeding Tom Waits

Romeo is bleeding But not so as you'd notice He's over on 18th street as usual Lookin' so hard against the hood of his car And puttin' out a cigarette in his hand For all the pachucos at the pumps

The One That Got Away Tom Waits

streets, Half past the unlucky, and the hawk's a front-row seat Dressed in full orchestration, stage-door Johnny's got to pay, And sent him home talking 'bout the one that got away Could have been on Easy Street

Heartattack And Vine Tom Waits

see that little jersey girl in the see-through top, with the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop, well i bet she's still a virgin but it's only twenty- five 'til nine, you can see a million of 'em on

Foreign Affair Tom Waits

obsession's in the chasing and not the apprehending the pursuit you see and never the arrest without fear of contradiction bon voyage is always hollered in conjunction with a handkerchief from shore by a girl