Tom Waits : The Heart Of Saturday Night

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Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town

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Set 'em up, we'll be knocking 'em down

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You'll wear a dress, baby, I'll wear a tie

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We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky All our scribbled love dreams are lost or thrown away Here amidst a shuffle of an overflowing day Our love needs a transfusion, let's shoot it full of wine Fishing for a good time starts throwing in your line

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Never saw the morning till I stayed up all night

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Never saw the sunshine till you turned out the light

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Never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long

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Never heard the melody until I needed the song Never saw the white line till I was leaving you behind Never knew I needed you until I was caught up in a bind Never spoke "I love you" till I cursed you in vain Never felt my heart-strings until I nearly went insane Never saw the east coast until I moved to the west Never saw the moonlight until it shone off of your breast Never saw your heart until someone tried to steal, tried to steal it away Never saw your tears until they rolled down your face Never saw the morning till I stayed up all night Never saw the sunshine till you turned out your love-light, baby Never saw my hometown till I stayed away too long Never heard the melody until I needed the song

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Well, you hate those diesels rollin'

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And those Friday nights out bowlin'

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When he's off for a twelve hour lay over night You wish you had a dollar For every time he hollered That he's leavin' And he's never comin' back But the curtain-laced billow And his hands on your pillow And his trousers are hangin' on the chair You're lyin' through your pain, babe But you're gonna tell him he's your man And you ain't got the courage to leave

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He tells you that you're on his mind You're the only one he's ever gonna find It's kinda special, understands his complicated soul... But the only place a man can breathe And collect his thoughts is Midnight and flyin' away on the road But you've packed and unpacked So many times you've lost track And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls But when you hear his engines You're lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know You're always gonna be there when he calls 'Cause he's a truck drivin' man Stoppin' when he can He's a truck drivin' man Stoppin' when he can

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I'm leaving my family, leaving all my friends

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My body's at home, but my heart's in the wind

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Where the clouds are like headlines on a new front page sky

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My tears are salt water and the moon's full and high And I know Martin Eden's gonna be proud of me Like many before me have been drawn by the sea To be up in the crow's nest, singing my say Shiver me timbers, as I'm sailing away

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Now the fog's lifting, the sand's shifting, I'm drifting on out

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Old captain Ahab, he ain't got nothing on me So swallow me, don't follow me, I'm travelling alone Blue waters my daughter, I'm gonna skip like a stone So please call my misses and tell her not to cry 'Cause my goodbye is written by the moon in the sky And nobody knows me, I can't fathom my stayin' Shiver me timbers, as I'm sailing away And the fog's lifting, the sand's shifting, I'm drifting on out Old captain Ahab, he ain't got nothing on me So swallow me, don't follow me, I'm travelling alone Blue waters my daughter, I'm gonna skip like a stone I'm leaving my family, leaving all my friends My body's at home, but my heart's in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines on a new front page sky Shiver me timbers, as I'm sailing goodbye

Well, these diamonds on my windshield Tears from heaven Pulling into town on the interstate I got a steel train in the rain And the wind bites my cheek through the wing And it's these late nights and this freeway flying And it always makes me sing There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune He's pulling up fast on the right Rolling restlessly, by a twenty-four hour moon Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head He's wishing he's home in a Wisconsin bed But there's fifteen feet of snow in the east Colder then a well-digger's ass Colder then a well-digger's ass Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up Sunday desperados slip by and cruise with a dry back And the orange drive-in the neon billin' And the theatre's fillin' to the brim With slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin Metropolitan area with interchange and connections Fly-by-nights from Riverside Out-of-state plates running a little bit late But the sailors jockey for the fast lane So 101 don't miss it There's rolling hills and concrete fields And the broken line's on your mind The eights go east and the fives go north The merging nexus back and forth You see your sign, cross the line Signalling with a blink And the radio's gone off the air and it gives you time to think And you hear the rumble as you fumble for a cigarette And blazing through this midnight jungle remember someone that you met One more block, the engine talks And whispers, "Home at last" It whispers, "Home at last" Whispers, "Home at last" Whispers, "Home at last" Whispers, "Home at last" And the diamonds on my windshield And these tears from heaven I'm pulling into town on the interstate I got me a steel train in the rain And the wind bites my cheek through the wing Late nights and this freeway flying And it always makes me sing And it always makes me sing

Intro verse chords (with bassline):

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Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel

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With your arm around your sweet one in your oldsmobile

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Barrellin' down the boulevard

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Lookin' for heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jinglin' And you see the lights, you get all tinglin' 'Cause your cruisin' with a six And you're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

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Then you comb your hair, shave your face

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Tryin' to wipe out every trace

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Of all the other days in the week

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You know that this'll be the Saturday

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You're reachin' your peak Stoppin' on the red, you're goin' on the green 'Cause tonight 'll be like nothin' you've ever seen And you're barrellin' down the boulevard Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Tell me is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzin' Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core 'Cause your dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before And now you're stumblin' Stumblin' on to the heart of Saturday night You gassed her up, behind the wheel... Is it the crack of the pool balls... Makes it kind of special down in the core When you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before It's found you stumblin' Stumblin' on to the heart of Saturday night

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And you're stumblin'

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Stumblin' on to the heart of Saturday night

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Capo:

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Friday left me fumblin' with the blues

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And it's hard to win when you always lose

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Because the night spots spend your spirit

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Beat your head against the wall

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Two dead-ends you still got to choose You know, the bartenders they all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead You know the ladies I've been seeing off and on Well, they spend your love and then they're gone You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel Take your love and then they leave on out of town (you know they do!) Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze But it's standin' up that's so hard for me I wanna squeeze you, but I'm scared to death I'd break your back You know your perfume, well it won't let me be And you know the bartenders all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead (come on baby!) Let your love light shine Gotta bury me inside of your fire Because your eyes are enough to blind me You're like a-looking at the sun You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one Gotta whisper tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one

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The evening fell just like a star, and left a trail behind

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You spit as you slammed out the door

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If this is love we're crazy as we fight like cats and dogs

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But I just know there's got to be more

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So please call me, baby, wherever you are

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It's too cold to be out walking in the streets

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We do crazy things when we're wounded, everyone's a bit insane

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I don't want you catching your death of cold out walking in the rain I admit that I ain't no angel, I admit that I ain't no saint I'm selfish and I'm cruel, but you're blind If I exorcise my devils, well, my angels may leave too When they leave they're so hard to find So please call me, baby, wherever you are It's too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when we're wounded, everyone's a bit insane I don't want you catching your death of cold out walking in the rain We're always at each other's throats, you know, it drives me up the wall Most of the time I'm just blowing off steam And I wish to God you'd leave me, baby, I wish to God you'd stay Life's so different than it is in your dreams So please call me, baby, wherever you are It's too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when we're wounded, everyone's a bit insane I don't want you catching your death of cold out walking in the rain

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Depot, depot, what am I doing here?

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Depot, depot, what am I doing here?

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I ain't coming, I ain't going

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My confusion is showing

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And outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue

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I'm gonna paint myself blue

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At the depot I watch the taxis pull up and idle I can't claim title to a single memory You offered me a key 'Cause opportunity don't knock Has no tongue as you cannot talk You're gonna shuffle when you walk At the depot This peeping Tom needs a peephole And an up-tempo song To move me along When I find this depot, baby I'm on a roll just like a pool ball, baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue Ah, tell me what a poor boy to do At the depot I'm on a roll just like a pool ball, baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot Depot

Show fingerings

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Intro chords of verse + chorus + interlude

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Tight-slack clad girls on the graveyard shift

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'Neath the cement stroll catch the midnight drift

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Cigar chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest

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Grifting hot horse tips on who's running the best

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And I'm blinded by the neon

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Don't try and change my tune

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'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone

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I'm drunk on the moon

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And the moon's a silver 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!" And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon Hearts flutter and race, the moon's on the wane Tarts mutter their dream-hopes the night will ordain Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound and it cuts through the night And I've hawked all my yesterdays Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon

Show fingerings

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(After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House)

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A cab combs the snake

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Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare

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And a solitary sailor

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Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers Paws his inside pea-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents And the last bent butt from a package of Kents As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair Her rhinestone-studded moniker says "Irene" As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes And the Texaco beacon burns on The steel-belted attendant with a "Ring and Valve Special" Cryin', "Fill her up and check that oil" "You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil" The early mornin' final edition's on the stands And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands Pigs in a blanket, sixty-nine cents Eggs, roll 'em over and a package of Kents Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles Leaving the town in the keeping of the one who is sweeping Up the ghost of Saturday night

Tom Waits : The Heart Of Saturday Night
1974

New Coat Of Paint

San Diego Serenade

Semi Suite

Shiver Me Timbers

Diamonds On My Windshield

The Heart Of Saturday Night

Fumblin' With The Blues

Please Call Me, Baby

Depot, Depot

Drunk On The Moon

The Ghosts Of Saturday Night

Tom Waits : The Heart Of Saturday Night 1974

New Coat Of Paint

San Diego Serenade

Semi Suite

Shiver Me Timbers

Diamonds On My Windshield

The Heart Of Saturday Night

Fumblin' With The Blues

Please Call Me, Baby

Depot, Depot

Drunk On The Moon

The Ghosts Of Saturday Night

Tom Waits : The Heart Of Saturday Night
1974