Tom Waits - Cold cold ground

Musik

Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
Theres a bell in the tower
Uncle ray bought a round
Dont worry about the army

... In the cold cold ground ...

Now dont be a cry baby
When theres wood in the shed
Theres a bird in the chimmney
And a stone in my bed

When the roads washed out
They pass the bottle around
And wait in the arms

... Of the cold cold ground ...

Theres a ribbon in the willow
And a tire swing rope
And a briar patch of berries
Takin over the slope

The catll sleep in the mailbox
And well never go to town
Til we bury every dream in

... in the cold cold ground ...

[Instrumental]

Gimme a winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
Blow the roof off the goat barn
Let it roll down the hill

The piano is firewood
Times square is a dream
I find well lay down together

... in the cold cold ground ...

Call the cops on the breedloves
Bring a Bible and a rope
And a whole box of rebel
And a bar of soap

Make a pile of trunk tires
And burn em all down
Bring a dollar with you baby

... In the cold cold ground ...

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(Tom Waits hat eine echt schlechte Aussprache, er hat aber auch eine sehr reichhaltige lyrische Beschreibung seiner Gefühlswelt)