places that I'm dreaming of Do they dream only of me? There are places where they never sleep And the circus never ends So I will take the Marley Bone Coach And whistle
(Tom Waits) I've grown up here now All of my life But I dreamed Someday I'd go Where blue eyed girls And red guitars and Naked rivers flow I'm not all
Translation: Waits, Tom. Whistle Down The Wind (For Tom Jans).
Translation: Waits, Tom. Whistle Down The Wind.
: (Tom Waits) I've grown up here now All of my life But I dreamed Someday I'd go Where blue eyed girls And red guitars and Naked rivers flow I'm not
(Tom Waits) I've grown up here now All of my life But I dreamed Someday I'd go Where blue eyed girls And red guitars and Naked rivers flow I'm not
cars On the wings of a magpie Cross a hooligan night And I busted up a chifforobe Way out by the cocomo Cooked up a mess a mulligan And got into a fight Whistlin
babies Tom and Joanne And babies need a few things I whittled a whistle for my brother Jack And though we disagreed now and then When I gave Jack that whistle
spent a little Time in jail... I heard he was up on the Roof last night Signaling with a flashlight And what's that tune he's Always whistling... What
long since gone Now way back when We lived in Coney Island Ain't no good thing Ever dies I'm gonna take it with me When I go Far far away a train Whistle
Don?t wait for Tom, Tom?s long gone, he?s already moved on Don?t wait for Tom I saw an ol? ?55 Buick just before the dawn I said, Hey, hey Tom, the
window with a wilson pickett tune and shouted get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon countin one eyed jacks and whistling dixie in the car
well i come in on a night train with an arm full of box cars on the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night and i busted up a chifforobe way out by the
(Tom Waits) There's a place I know where the train goes slow Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb There's a river by the trestle down
Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan) I lost everything I had in the '29 flood The barn was buried 'neath a mile of mud Now I've got nothing but the whistle
(Tom Waits) You gotta stomp, whistle and scream You gotta wake right up in your dreams You gotta jump, wheel and drive Keep that feeling alive You gotta
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) A cloud lets go of the moon Her ribbons are all out of tune She is skating on the ice In a glass in the hands of a man That