Accords et paroles Ghosts Of Saturday Night Tom Waits

Ghosts Of Saturday Night

Tom Waits

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Each is actually /6 if you're musician...you know what this means.
A cab combs the snake
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...
Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says "Irene"
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
  
And the Texaco beacon burns on
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
"You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."
The early mornin' final edition's on the stands
And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents
Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents
Adam and Eve on a log you can sink 'em damn straight
Hash browns hash browns you know I can't be late.
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles
Leaving the town in a-keeping
Of the one who is sweeping
           Bb7            Eb9    Outro
Up the ghost of Saturday night...

Ghosts Of Saturday Night

Tom Waits