One From The Heart (1982 Film)
Waits Tom lyrics
Waits Tom lyrics
"16 Shells From A 30.6 Lyrics"
Hit em' hard Lyrics
yoy can;t handle my shit pussy nigger get hit deal wit wigs get split body get slung nigge smoke bungs and we run that shit to g.a to n.a nigger don't play we smoke hay when you in Glenn hill you in danger fuck nigger it anint no
yoy can;t handle my shit pussy nigger get hit deal wit wigs get split body get slung nigge smoke bungs and we run that shit to g.a to n.a nigger don't play we smoke hay when you in Glenn hill you in danger fuck nigger it anint no
Tom Waits: Vocal
Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Drums
Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass
Fred Tackett: Electric guitar
Victor Feldman: Brake drum, bell plate, snare
Joe Romano: Trombone
I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
and a Black Crow snuck through
a hole in the sky
so I spent all my buttons on an
old pack mule
and I made me a ladder from
a pawn shop mar
Act Six Lyrics
CHORUS Three endless days of bitter grief passed and Montresor abandoned any attempt to cheer his friend. Then came a sudden change in Usher's demeanour, whose significance he was soon to comp
imbaCHORUS Three endless days of bitter grief passed and Montresor abandoned any attempt to cheer his friend. Then came a sudden change in Usher's demeanour, whose significance he was soon to comp
and I leaned it up against
a dandelion tree
And I filled me a sachel
full of old pig corn
and I beat me a billy
from an old French horn
and I kicked that mule
to the top of the tree
and I blew me a hole
'bout the size of a kickdrum
and I cut me a switch
from a long branch elbow
Chorus
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow 16 s
Love Is Blindness Lyrics
Love is blindness I don't want to see Won't you wrap the night Around me Take my heart It's is blindness In a parked car In a crowded street You see your love Made compl
hells from a thirty-ought-sixLove is blindness I don't want to see Won't you wrap the night Around me Take my heart It's is blindness In a parked car In a crowded street You see your love Made compl
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
Well I slept in the holler
of a dry creek bed
and I tore out the buckets
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
with the strings of a Washburn
stretched like a clothes line
you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Repeat Chorus
Now I hold him prisoner
in a Washburn jail
that stapped on the back
of my old kick mule
strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
to drive him crazy
I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Repeat Chorus