7. Whistlin' Past the Graveyard (исполнитель: Tom Waits (Blue Valentine 1978))
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 it's 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 There's 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