Tom Traubert's Blues(Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen) (LP Version)-Tom Waits

歌手 : Tom Waits

专辑 : Small Change

语种 : 英语

时长 : 06:39

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TXT Tom Traubert's Blues(Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen) (LP Version)-Tom Waits 文本歌词

Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen) (LP Version) - Tom Waits (汤姆·威兹)

Wasted and wounded

It ain't what the moon did

I've got what I paid for now

See you tomorrow hey Frank can

I borrow a couple of bucks from you

To go waltzing Mathilda

Waltzing Mathilda

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley

And I'm tired of all these soldiers here

No one speaks English and everything's broken and my

Stacys are soaking wet

To go waltzing Mathilda

Waltzing Mathilda

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking

A lot they can do for me

I begged you to stab me you tore my shirt open

And I'm down on my knees tonight

Old Bushmill's I staggered you'd bury the dagger

In your silhouette window light go

To go waltzing

Mathilda waltzing Mathilda

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

Now I lost my Saint Christopher

Now that I've kissed her

And the one armed bandit knows

And the maverick

Chinamen and the cold blooded signs

And the girls down by the strip tease shows go

Waltzing Mathilda waltzing Mathilda

You'll go waltzing

Mathilda with me

No I don't want your sympathy

The fugitives say

That the streets aren't for dreaming now

And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories

They want a piece of the action anyhow

Go waltzing Mathilda waltzing Mathilda

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

And you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailor

And the old men in wheelchairs know

And Mathilda's the defendant she killed about a hundred

And she follows wherever you may go

Waltzing Mathilda waltzing Mathilda

You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace

And a wound that will never heal

No prima donna the perfume is on an

Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey

And goodnight to the street

Sweepers the night watchmen flame keepers

And goodnight to Mathilda too