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Table Top Joe `Tom Waits`

didn't want me On the day I was born I was born without a body I got nothing but scorn But I always loved music All I had was my hands I dreamed I'd be famous And I'd work at The Sands Singing, Tabletop Joe

Big Joe And Phantom 309 `Tom Waits`

And Phantom 309" So we rode and talked the better part of the night And I told my stories and Joe told his and I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along He pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears

Yesterday Is Here `Tom Waits`

If you want money in your pocket and a top hat on your head a hot meal on your table and a blanket on your bed well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here

Heartattack And Vine `Tom Waits`

doctor lawyer beggar man thief, philly joe remarkable looks on in disbelief, if you want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line, you'll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine.

Gun Street Girl `Tom Waits`

around to tell us all the tale Well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail Dancing in the Birmingham jail He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe

Top Of The Hill `Tom Waits`

Stop and get me on the ride up (uh-huh-huh) To the top ... (Can we have a little more on my voice?)

Straight To The Top (Rhumba) `Tom Waits`

I'm going straight to the top oh yea up where the air is fresh and clean I'm going straight up to the top if you know me, you know what I mean I can't let sorrow try and pull ol' Frankie down live for

Straight To The Top (Vegas) `Tom Waits`

I'm going straight to the top oh yea up where the air is fresh and clean I'm going straight up to the top if you know me, you know what I mean I can't let sorrow try and pull ol' Frankie down live for

Straight To The Top `Tom Waits`

I'm going straight to the top oh yea up where the air is fresh and clean I'm going straight up to the top if you know me, you know what I mean I can't let sorrow try and pull ol' Frankie down live for

Lowside Of The Road `Tom Waits`

I'm on a black elevator Goin down Little Joe from Kokomo It rattles to the ground The dice is laughin at the man that he throwed Your rollin over to the Lowside of the road.

Altar Boy `Tom Waits`

Now, I can order in Latin Make 'em au gratin, Joe I'm an old altar boy That's why I'm so depressed I never got the rest of the dream Just the ritual Now I'm habitual Majoring in crimes that are unspeakable

Tom Waits `Anouk`

night A figment of my brain On the downtown train And we had nowhere to go So we got off to take a walk In the pouring rain You said you rode it once And you would ride it again Please take me with you Tom

I Can't Wait To Get Off Work `Tom Waits`

I got money to spend on my gal, But the work never stops, and I'll be busting my chops Working for Joe and Sal.

I Wish I Was In New Orleans `Tom Waits`

listen To that tenor saxophone calling me home And I can hear the band begin When the Saints Go Marching In, And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be there I'll drink you under the table

Notes `Primus`

Electric Uncle Sam, Mama Didn't Raise No Fool, and Power Mad produced with Tom Morello. Natural Joe produced with Matt Stone. Laquer Head produced with Fred Durst.

Lucky Day Overture `Tom Waits`

Ladies and gentlemen Harry's Harbour Bizarre is proud to present Under the Big Top tonight Human Oddities That's right You'll see the Three Headed Baby You'll see Hitler's brain See Lea Graff the German

The Fall Of Troy `Tom Waits`

Out the door and through the woods There is a world where nothing grows It's hard to say grace and to sit in the place Of someone missing at the table Mom's hair sprayed tight And her face in her hands

Fish In The Jailhouse `Tom Waits`

> Peoria Johnson told Dirty Ol' Joe I can break out of any old jail, you know The bars are iron, the walls are stone All I need me is an old fishbone Fish in the jailhouse tonight, all right, oh boy

Blow Wind Blow `Tom Waits`

Mary's on the black top There's a husband in the dog house In the middle of a shakedown She got quiet as a church mouose She found Raleigh's on the dashboard Sugar daddy caught a polocar Ain't no solitary

Bottom Of The World `Tom Waits`

bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Blackjack Ruby and Nimrod Cain The moon's the color of a coffee stain Jesse Franks and Birdy Joe

Get Behind The Mule `Tom Waits`

Had to stand naked at the bottom Of the cross And tell the good lord what they did Tell the good lord what they did (Chorus) Punctuated birds on the power line In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe

What's He Building? `Tom Waits`

He has a router And a table saw... and you Won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw There's poison underneath the sink Of course... But there's also Enough formaldehyde to choke A horse...

Drunk On The Moon `Tom Waits`

neon Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon And the moon's a silver slipper It's pouring champagne stars Broadway's like a serpent Pulling shiny top-down

Telephone Call From Istanbul `Tom Waits`

All night long on the broken glass livin in a medicine chest mediteromanian hotel back sprawled across a roll top desk the old monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan they paint the donkey blue if you

Little Boy Blue `Tom Waits`

to render You legal and tender When you used to Send her your promises boy A dill or a dollar Unbutton your collar Come out and holler Out all of your noise Little boy blue Come blow your top

Come On Up To The House `Tom Waits`

world (Chorus) there's nothin in the world that you can do you gotta come on up to the house and you been whipped by the forces that are inside you come on up to the house well you're high on top

16 Shells From A Thirty-Ought-Six `Tom Waits`

a ladder from a pawn shop marimba 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

The Pontiac `Tom Waits`

Independent rear suspension, Landau top, good tires. Gas hog. I swear it had the power to repair itself. I love the old, Dan Steele used to give 'em to me at a discount. Showroom models and that.

Jockey Full Of Bourbon `Tom Waits`

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

Kentucky Avenue `Tom Waits`

Eddie graces buick got 4 bullet holes in the side Charlie De lisle sittin' at the top of an avocado tree Mrs Storm'll stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn I got a half pack of lucky strikes