Whistlin' Past the Graveyard (исполнитель: Tom Waits)
well [bad word] 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 [bad word] cooked up a mess a mulligan and got into a fight [bad word] whistlin past the graveyard steppin on a crack i'm a mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack you propably seen me sleepin out by the railroad tracks go on and ask the prince of darkness what about all thet smoke [bad word] from the stack sometimes i kill myself a jacket suck out all the blood steal myself a stationwagon drivin through the mud [bad word] i know you seen my headlights and the honkin of my horn i'm callin out my bloodhounds chase the devil through the corn last night i chugged the mississippi now that suckers dry as a bone born in a taxi cab i'm [bad word] home [bad word] my eyes have seen the glory of the draining of the ditch i [bad word] to baton rouge to find myself a witch i'm-ona snatch me up a couple of em every time it rains you see a [bad word] probably thinkin its a train [bad word] what you think is the sunshine is just a twinkle in my eye that ring around my fingers just the 4th of july when i get a little bit lonesome and a tear falls from my cheek theres gonna be an ocean in the middle of the week [bad word] i rode into town on a night train with an arm full of box cars on the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night i'm-ona tear me off a rainbow and wear it for a tie i never told the [bad word] so i can never tell a lie [bad word]