Tom Waits : Rain Dogs

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We sail tonight for Singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here I've fallen for a tawny moor, took off to the Land of Nod

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Drank with all the Chinamen, walked the sewers of Paris

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I danced along a colored wind, dangled from a rope of sand

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Bm

You must say goodbye to me We sail tonight for Singapore, don't fall asleep while you're ashore Cross your heart and hope to die, when you hear the children cry Let marrowbone and cleaver choose, while making feet for children's shoes Through the alley, back from hell, when you hear that steeple bell You must say goodbye to me

Em

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Em

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Wipe him down with gasoline, till his arms are hard and mean

Em

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From now on, boys, this iron boat's your home

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So heave away, boys We sail tonight for Singapore, take your blankets from the floor Wash your mouth out by the door, the whole town's made of iron ore Every witness turns to steam, they all become Italian dreams Fill your pockets up with earth, get yourself a dollar's worth Away boys, away boys, heave away The captain is a one-armed dwarf, he's throwing dice along the wharf In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King So take this ring We sail tonight for Singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here I've fallen for a tawny moor, took off to the Land of Nod Drank with all the Chinamen, walked the sewers of Paris I drank along a colored wind, I dangled from a rope of sand You must say goodbye to me

Bm

Sane, sane, they're all insane Fireman's blind, the conductor is lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain

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Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more The moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

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Bm

Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams

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Bm

Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans

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Bm

A fifty dollar bill inside a palladin's hat

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And nobody's sure where Mr Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Solo

I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside a palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr Knickerbocker's at Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and running out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to heaven in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

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Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon

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Independent as a hog on ice

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He's a big-shot down there at the slaughterhouse

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Plays accordion for Mister Weiss

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Uncle Biltmore and Uncle William

Em

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Made a million during World War II

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But they're tightwads and they're cheapskates

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Em

And they'll never give a dime to you Auntie Mame has gone insane She lives in the doorway of an old hotel And the radio is playing opera All she ever says is "Go to hell!" Uncle Violet flew as pilot And there ain't no pretty girls in France Now he runs a tiny little bookie joint They say he never keeps it in his pants Uncle Bill will never leave a will And the tumour is as big as an egg Has a mistress, she's Puerto Rican And I heard she has a wooden leg Uncle Phil can't live without his pills He has emphysema and he's almost blind And we must find out where the money is Get it now before he loses his mind Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon Independent as a hog on ice He's a big-shot down there at the slaughterhouse He plays accordion for Mr Weiss

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Edna Million in a drop dead suit

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Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot

Em

I'm in the corner on the pouring rain Sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up

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Em

Hey little bird, fly away home

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Em

Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head And I'm stepping on the devil's tail Across the stripes of a full moon's head And through the bars of a Cuban jail Bloody fingers on a purple knife Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Admire the view from up on top of the mast Hey little bird, fly away home...

Solo

Hey little bird, fly away home... Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride "To the carnival" is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside 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 Hey little bird, fly away home...

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Em

Am

Well you play that tarantella all the hounds will start to roar

B7

Em

The boys all go to hell and then the Cubans hit the floor

Em

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They drive along the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore

B7

Em

They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door

Am

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Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair

Em

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Deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs

B7

Em

I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past

Am

B7

Em

And send me off to bed for evermore Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do Just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews Turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down Put my clarinet beneath your bed 'til I get back in town Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past So send me off to bed for evermore Just make sure she's all in calico and the color of a doll Wave the flag on Cadillac day, and a skillet on the wall Cut me a switch or hold your breath 'til the sun goes down Write my name on the hood, send me off to another town And just let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs Tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past Will you send me off to bed for evermore Fall out of the window with confetti in my hair Deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past Send me off to bed for evermore Send me off to bed for evermore

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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 to the floor Here come the Big Black Mariah Here come the Big Black Mariah Here come the Big Black Mariah I see that big black Ford

C

Well, he's all boxed up on a red belle dame

G

Hunted black Johnny with a blind man's cane

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A yellow bullet with a rag out in the wind

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An old blind tiger, get an old bell Jim Here come the Big Black Mariah... Sent to the skies on a Benny Jag Blue Off to bed without his supper like the Linda brides do He's got to do the story with the old widow Jones Got a wooden coat, this boy is never coming home Here come the Big Black Mariah...

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Cut thought the cane break Well, he's all boxed up on a red bell dame Fat blue Johnny with a blind man's cane A hundred yellow bullets, sugar rag out in the wind An old blind tiger on a pair of new wings Here come the Big Black Mariah...

Capo:

III

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Broken glass, rusty nails

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E7

Where the wild violets grow

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Say goodbye to the railroad, the mad dogs of summer

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And everything that I know

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What some men will do here for diamonds

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What some men will do here for gold

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They're wounded, but they just keep on climbing

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And sleep by the side of the road

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There's a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb

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Mad as a hatter, you're thin as a dime

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Go out to the meadow, the hills are a-green

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Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream

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Small-time Napoleon's shattered his knees But he stays in the saddle for Rose And all his disciples, they shave in the gutter And they gather what's left of his clothes What some men will do here for diamonds What some men will do here for gold They're wounded, but they just keep on climbing And sleep by the side of the road

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Capo:

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Hush, a wild violet

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Hush, a band of gold

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Hush, you're in a story

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That I heard somebody told Tear the promise from my heart Tear my heart today You have found another Oh baby, I must go away

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So hang down your head for sorrow

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Hang down your head for me

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Hang down your head tomorrow

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Hang down your head, Marie Hush, my love, the rain now Hush, my love was so true Hush, my love, a train now But it takes me away from you So hang down your head for sorrow Hang down your head for me Hang down your head tomorrow Hang down your head Hang down your head Hang down your head, Marie

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Well the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street

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And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws

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And you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches

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And the rain sounds like a round of applause And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon His invisible fiancee's in the mirror And the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails And it's true there's nothing left for him down here

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And it's time, time, time

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And it's time, time, time

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Em

And it's time, time, time that you love

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And it's time, time, time And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget That history puts a saint in every dream Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit And Matilda asks the sailors, "Are those dreams or are those prayers?" So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit Oh it's time, time, time... Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips As the dish outside the window fills with rain Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again Oh it's time, time, time...

Capo:

III

Em

Inside a broken clock

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Splashing the wine with all the rain dogs

Em

Taxi, we'd rather walk

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Huddle a doorway with the rain dogs

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Em

For I am a rain dog too

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Em

Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night

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Em

For it was all ripe for dreaming

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Em

Oh how we danced away all of the lights

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We've always been out of our minds The rum pours strong and thin Beat out the dustman with the rain dogs Aboard a shipwrecked train Give my umbrella to the rain dogs For I am a rain dog too Oh, how we danced with the rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me You'll never be going back home Oh, how we danced with the rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me You'll never be going back home

Well it's 9th & Hennepin All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky Like a tarp thrown over all this And the broken umbrellas like dead birds And the steam comes out of the grill Like the whole goddamned town is ready to blow And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos And everyone is behaving like dogs And the horses are coming down Violin Road And Dutch is dead on his feet And all the rooms, they smell like diesel And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here And I'm lost in the window And I hide in the stairway And I hang in the curtain And I sleep in your hat And no one brings anything small into a bar around here They all started out with bad directions And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear One for every year he's away, she said Such a crumbling beauty Ah, there's nothing wrong with her a hundred dollars won't fix She has that razor sadness that only gets worse With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by And a clock ticks out like a dripping faucet Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin And you spill out over the side to anyone who'll listen I've seen it all I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train

Dm

Falling James in the Tahoe mud

A7

Stick around to tell us all the tale

Dm

Well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail

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Dm

Dancing in the Birmingham jail He took a hundred dollars off-a Slaughterhouse Joe Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge He got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four He left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door

Dm

I said John, John, he's long gone

A7

Dm

Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home

Dm

I said John, John, he's long gone

A7

Dm

Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood Soaking day-old bread in kerosene Well he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog He's staying out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone He never get up in the morning on a Saturday Sitting by the Erie with a bullwhipped dog Telling everyone he saw, "They went that-a-way, boys" Telling everyone he saw, "They went that-a-way" Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof Burlington Northern pulling out of the world Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw And a Gun Street girl was the 'cause of it all A Gun Street girl was the 'cause of it all Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve One eye on a pistol and the other on the door One eye on a pistol and the other on the door Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair Well they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire I said John, John, he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home I said John, John, he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home Banging on the table with an old tin cup Sing, I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again Never kiss a Gun Street girl again I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again I said John, John, he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home I said John, John, he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home

Well time is always money For the boys on Union Square Go on and bust your ass 'til doomsday Don't forget to say your prayers Someone's riding down the backstreet Said papa got a brand new slack And your baby is handcuffed on the front seat Sit right there, boy and you relax C'mon honey! We're all going down, down, down, downtown, down, downtown We're going down, downtown We're going down, downtown Well you spill out of the Cinema Fourteen To that drag bar there on the block Whizzin' on down in front of the East Coast Bank rolled up on your sock She stand right there for your pleasure Half Puerto Rican Chinese You got to find your baby somebody to measure I'm going to get me some of these, baby C'mon honey, do you hear what I'm doing now? Down, down, down, down, down, down, downtown Down, downtown I'm going down, downtown 'Bout four in the morning on a Sunday Sacco drinking whiskey in church Half pint of Festival brandy That boy 'bout to fall right off his perch Well that guy in the sweater's off duty Well he's out in front of that welfare hotel The guy in the dress is a beauty Go all the way, I swear you never can tell C'mon honey, and pull up your socks Down, down, down, I'm going down, down, down, downtown Down, downtown Down, down, down Down, down, down, c'mon down, downtown Going down, downtown I'm going down, downtown

Capo:

III

G

Now you're gone

C

G

It's hotels and whiskey and sad-luck dames

G

And I don't care if they miss me

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F

D7

I never remember their names

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C

They say if you get far enough away

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You'll be on your way back home

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Well, I'm at the station

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And I can't get on the train

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Must be blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love

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Blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love

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With your blind love, oh, it's blind love

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Stone blind love, it's your stone blind love Now the street's turning blue The dogs are barking and the night has come And there's tears that are falling From your blue eyes now I wonder where you are And I whisper your name The only way to find you Is if I close my eyes Find you with my blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love The only kind of love is stone blind love With your blind love, oh, your blind love Your stone blind love It's your blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love Stone blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love With your blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love Stone blind love Stone blind love

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B

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He's got himself a homemade special

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You know his glass is full of sand

B

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And it feels just like a jaybird

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The way it fits into his hand

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He rolled a blade up in his trick towel

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They slap their hands against the wall

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You never trip, you never stumble

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He's walking Spanish down the hall Slip him a picture of our Jesus Or give him a spoon to dig a hole What all he done ain't no one's business But he'll need blankets for the cold They dim the lights over on Broadway Even the king has bowed his head Every face looks right up at Mason He's walking Spanish down the hall Latella's screeching for a blind pig Punk Sander's carved it out of wood He never sang when he got hoodwinked They tried it all but he never would Tomorrow morning there'll be laundry But he'll be somewhere else to hear the call Don't say goodbye, he's just leaving early He's walking Spanish down the hall All St. Bartholomew said was whispered Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes All the Baker told the machine Was that he never broke the law Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate Take off your watch, your rings and all Even Jesus wanted just a little more time When he was walking Spanish down the hall

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Outside another yellow moon

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Has punched a hole in the nighttime mist

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I climb through the window and down to the street

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I'm shining like a new dime

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The downtown trains are full

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With all those Brooklyn girls

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They try so hard to break out of their little worlds You wave your hand and they scatter like crows They have nothing that will ever capture your heart They're just thorns without the rose Oh, be careful of them in the dark And if I was the one You chose to be your only one, oh yeah Can't you hear me now, can't you hear me now?

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C

Will I see you tonight

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C

On a downtown train

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Where every night is just the same

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You leave me lonely now I know your window and I know it's late I know your stairs and your doorway I walk down your street and past your gate I stand by the light at the fourway You watch them as they fall Ooh, and they all have heart attacks They stay at the carnival, but they'll never win you back Will I see you tonight On a downtown train Where every night Every night is just the same

Capo:

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C

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C

My head is spinning round

C

Am7

G

My heart is in my shoes, yeah

Dm

G

I went and set the Thames on fire, oh

C

Now I must come back down

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C

She's laughing in her sleeve boys

F

Dm7

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I can feel it in my bones

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Oh, but anywhere, anywhere I'm gonna lay my head

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Gsus4

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G

I'm gonna call my home

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Gsus4

C

Well, I see that the world is upside down

C

Am7

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Seems that my pockets were filled up with gold

Dm

G

And now the clouds, well, they've covered everything o'er

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And the wind is blowing cold

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Well I don't need anybody

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Because I learned, I learned to be alone

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Well, I said anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys

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Well, I will call my home

Tom Waits : Rain Dogs
1985

Singapore

Clap Hands

Cemetary Polka

Jockey Full Of Bourbon

Tango Till They're Sore

Big Black Mariah

Diamonds And Gold

Hang Down Your Head

Time

Rain Dogs

9th & Hennepin

Gun Street Girl

Union Square

Blind Love

Walking Spanish

Downtown Train

Anywhere I Lay My Head

Tom Waits : Rain Dogs 1985

Singapore

Clap Hands

Cemetary Polka

Jockey Full Of Bourbon

Tango Till They're Sore

Big Black Mariah

Diamonds And Gold

Hang Down Your Head

Time

Rain Dogs

9th & Hennepin

Gun Street Girl

Union Square

Blind Love

Walking Spanish

Downtown Train

Anywhere I Lay My Head

Tom Waits : Rain Dogs
1985