(Tom Waits/Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva) jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches neal hunched at the wheel puttin
I whistle good I'm kinda straight And I can can can have fun No matter what I do I've always assumed that I can't go on sucking on my thumb Sifting
(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
drum 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 dawn I said, Hey, hey Tom The sun
Tom: Emily, a crowd has gathered here And once again they fail to see. You can't just set the world at someone else's feet And not get trampled underneath
I whistle good I'm kinda straight And I can can can have fun No matter what I do I've always assumed that I can't go on sucking on my thumb
much persuasion, in the end a nope Time was running short so I got myself a rope Tied one end to the window bars, the other to the train And waited for the whistle
you again" From his pocket hung down my watch and chain Tom I sat down on a stone and I cried Knowing full well that the young lad died Tom Tom, lend
Translation: Waits, Tom. Whistlin' Past The Graveyard.
Translation: Waits, Tom. Whistlin' Past The Graveyard (Alt Master).
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 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