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Burma-Shave

Song Author Tom Waits Lyrics by: Tom Waits Performer: Tom Waits Submitted by: cazteclo
Lic[Dm7]orice tat[C7]too, turned a gu[Dm7]n metal blue [C7]    
[Dm7]Scrawled acros[C7]s the shou[Fm7]lders of a d[Eb]ying   [G#] town [C7]    
[Dm7]The one eyed ja[C7]cks, across the rail[Dm7]road tra[C7]cks   
And the [Dm7]scar     [C7]on its [Fm7]belly p[Eb]ulled a s[G#]tranger passing throu[C7]gh   
He was a juve[Dm7]nile delinqu[C7]ent, never le[Dm7]arned how to be[C7]have   
But the cop[Bbm7]s would never think to look
In B[C7]urma Sha[Dm7]ve    

And the roa[Bbm7]d was like a ribbon[C7], and the m[Dm7]oon was like a b[C7]one   
He d[Dm7]idn't s[C7]eem to [Fm7]be like [Eb]any g[G#]uy she'd ever know[C7]n   
He kinda lo[Dm7]oked like Farley Gr[C7]ainger, with his [Dm7]hair slicked [C7]back   
She says i'm a su[Dm7]cker f[C7]or a [Fm7]fella [Eb]in a c[G#]owboy h[C7]at   
[Dm7]How far are you goi[C7]ng   
He said depe[Dm7]nds on w[Bbm7]hat you me[C7]an   
He says i'm o[Bbm7]nly stop in ' here to get some gasolin[C7]e   
I g[Dm7]uess i'm going th[C7]ataway just as lo[Dm7]ng as it's pave[C7]d   
And I [Bbm7]guess you'd say i'm on my way
To b[C7]urma sha[Dm7]ve    

And with her kn[Bbm7]ees up on the glove co[C7]mpartment, [Dm7]took out her bar[C7]rettes
And her h[Dm7]air spilled [C]out like ro[Fm7]ot beer
And she po[G#]pped her gum and [C7]arched her back
Hell Ma[Dm7]rysville ain't not[C7]hing , but a w[Dm7]ide spot in the [C7]road   
Some night my h[Bbm7]eart pounds just like thunder i don't know w[C7]hy it don't explode
[Dm7]Cause everyone in this st[C7]inking town, has got o[Dm7]ne foot in the gr[C7]ave   
And i'd ra[Bbm7]ther take my chances
Out in bu[C7]rma shave[Dm7]    

[Dm7]Presley's what i go[C7] by, why d[Dm7]on't you change the st[C7]ation
Count the g[Dm7]rain     [C]elev[Fm7]ators in the r[G#]earview m[C7]irror
Mister anyw[Dm7]here you po[C7]int this thing, has got to b[Dm7]eat the hell out of the s[C7]ting   
[Dm7]Of going to [C#]bed with ev[C7]ery dream that [Dm7]dies here every mor[C7]nin,   
And so[Bbm7] drill me a [C7]hole   
With a [Dm7]barber pole
I'm j[Bbm7]umping my par[C7]ole just like a [Dm7]fugitive ton[C7]ight   
Why don't you [Bbm7]have another sw[C7]ig, and pass that [Dm7]car if you're so b[C7]rave   
I wanna get [Bbm7]there before the sun comes up in
[C7]Burma Sha[Dm7]ve    

And the s[Dm7]pider w[C]eb c[Fm7]rack a[Eb]nd the [G#]mustang sc[C7]reamed
[Dm7]Smoke f[C]rom the t[Fm7]ires a[Eb]nd the t[G#]wisted mac[C7]hine   
Just a ni[Dm7]ckel's worth of dr[C7]eams and every w[Dm7]ishbone that they s[C7]aved   
Lie s[Bbm7]windled from them on the way to
[C7]Burma Shav[Dm7]e    

And the [Bbm7]sun hit the d[C7]errick and c[Dm7]ast a bat wing s[C7]hadow
[Bbm7]Up against the [C7]car door on the s[Dm7]hotgun side [C7]    
And when they p[Bbm7]ulled her from the wre[C7]ck you know she
[Dm7]Still had on her s[C7]hades
They say that d[Bbm7]reams are growing wild just this side of
[C7]Burma Shav[Dm7]e    

Licorice tattoo, turned a gun metal blue
Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town
The one eyed jacks, across the railroad tracks
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He was a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look
In Burma Shave

And the road was like a ribbon, and the moon was like a bone
He didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
He kinda looked like Farley Grainger, with his hair slicked back
She says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
How far are you going
He said depends on what you mean
He says i'm only stop in ' here to get some gasoline
I guess i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved
And I guess you'd say i'm on my way
To burma shave

And with her knees up on the glove compartment, took out her barrettes
And her hair spilled out like root beer
And she popped her gum and arched her back
Hell Marysville ain't nothing , but a wide spot in the road
Some night my heart pounds just like thunder i don't know why it don't explode
Cause everyone in this stinking town, has got one foot in the grave
And i'd rather take my chances
Out in burma shave

Presley's what i go by, why don't you change the station
Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
Mister anywhere you point this thing, has got to beat the hell out of the sting
Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin,
And so drill me a hole
With a barber pole
I'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
Why don't you have another swig, and pass that car if you're so brave
I wanna get there before the sun comes up in
Burma Shave

And the spider web crack and the mustang screamed
Smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
Just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
Lie swindled from them on the way to
Burma Shave

And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
Up against the car door on the shotgun side
And when they pulled her from the wreck you know she
Still had on her shades
They say that dreams are growing wild just this side of
Burma Shave

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