Tom Waits

Fairy tales can come true, it can

You can’t unring a bell Junior

You can never hold back spring.

If you want money in your pocket

Put a dead cat on the railroad

On our anniversary There’

I met you in the saddle, rode you

They’re lining up To mad

What’s he building in there?

You gentlemen who think you have

When you walk through the garden

Last night I dreamed that I was

He’s got himself a homemade

Dot King was whittled from the

Well, I’m walking on down

Rattle big black bones in the Danger

There was an old woman, lived by

Little black girl in a red dress

Long way going to Get my medicine

Wasted and wounded, it ain’