"Beautiful Maladies", Island Records Inc., 1998Īrrangement and lyrics published in " Tom Waits - Beautiful Maladies" (Amsco Publications, 1997) Official release: "Swordfishtrombones", Island Records Inc., 1983 & Whoa, I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin' I bang on the strings just to drive him crazy Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole With the strings of a Washburn (12) stretched like a clothes line Oh, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three Tore out the buckets (11) from a red Corvette Well, I slept in the holler of a dry creek bedĪnd I tore out the buckets from a red Corvette (10)
Whoa, and I kicked that mule to the top of the treeīlew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum (8)Īnd I cut me a switch from a long branch elbowīlack crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six Ma, cook them feathers on a tire iron spitĪnd I filled me a sachel (5) full of old pig corn (6)Īnd I beat me a billy (7) from an old French horn Oh, and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba (4)Īnd I leaned it up against a dandelion tree So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule I plugged (2) sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six (3)Īnd a black crow snuck through a hole in the sky ( Swordfishtrombones studio version, 1983)
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