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Cold Water

Höfundur lags: Tom Waits Höfundur texta: Tom Waits Flytjandi: Tom Waits Sent inn af: cazteclo
Well I w[A]oke up this morning with the cold water
With the c[E]old water, with the [A]cold water
Well I w[A]oke up this morning with the cold water
With the c[E]old water, with the c[A]old  

Police a[A]t the station and they dont' look friendly
They dont'[E] look friendly no th[A]ey dont' look friendly
Police a[A]t the station and they dont' look friendly
They dont'[E] look friendly no th[A]ey dont

Bl[D]ind or crippled, Sharp or dull
I'm re[A]ading the Bible by a 40 watt bulb
Wh[D]at price freedom? Dirt is my rug
Well I [A]sleep like a baby with the snakes & the bugs

Well the[A] stores are open but I ain't got no money
I ain't go[E]t no money, I ain't [A]got no money
Well the[A] stores are open but I ain't got no money
I ain't go[E]t no money, well I a[A]in't

Found an[A] old dog & he seems to like me
Seems to l[E]ike me, well he seem[A]s to like me
Found an[A] old dog & he seems to like me
Seems to l[E]ike me, well he seem[A]s  

Se[D]e them fellows with the cardboard signs
Scrapi[A]n' up a little money to buy a bottle of wine
Pr[D]egnant women & the Vietnam vets I say
Beggin' [A]on the freeway 'bout as hard as it gets

Well I s[A]lept in the graveyard it was cold and still
Cold and s[E]till, it was cold an[A]d still
Well I s[A]lept in the graveyard it was cold and still
Cold and s[E]till, and it was col[A]d  

Sl[D]ept all night in the Cedar Grove
I was [A]born to ramble, born to rove
So[D]me men are searchin' for the Holy Grail
But [A]there aint nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails

I [D]look 47 but I'm 24
Well t[A]hey shooed me away from here the time before
Tu[D]rned their backs and they locked their doors
I'm watching TV in the window of a furniture store

Well I w[A]oke up this morning with the cold water
With the c[E]old water, with the [A]cold water
Well I w[A]oke up this morning with the cold water
With the c[E]old water, with the [A]cold

Well I woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water, with the cold water
Well I woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water, with the cold

Police at the station and they dont' look friendly
They dont' look friendly no they dont' look friendly
Police at the station and they dont' look friendly
They dont' look friendly no they dont

Blind or crippled, Sharp or dull
I'm reading the Bible by a 40 watt bulb
What price freedom? Dirt is my rug
Well I sleep like a baby with the snakes & the bugs

Well the stores are open but I ain't got no money
I ain't got no money, I ain't got no money
Well the stores are open but I ain't got no money
I ain't got no money, well I ain't

Found an old dog & he seems to like me
Seems to like me, well he seems to like me
Found an old dog & he seems to like me
Seems to like me, well he seems

See them fellows with the cardboard signs
Scrapin' up a little money to buy a bottle of wine
Pregnant women & the Vietnam vets I say
Beggin' on the freeway 'bout as hard as it gets

Well I slept in the graveyard it was cold and still
Cold and still, it was cold and still
Well I slept in the graveyard it was cold and still
Cold and still, and it was cold

Slept all night in the Cedar Grove
I was born to ramble, born to rove
Some men are searchin' for the Holy Grail
But there aint nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails

I look 47 but I'm 24
Well they shooed me away from here the time before
Turned their backs and they locked their doors
I'm watching TV in the window of a furniture store

Well I woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water, with the cold water
Well I woke up this morning with the cold water
With the cold water, with the cold

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