Tom Waits: Sixteen Shells From A Thirty-Ought-Six

01 January 2019


Plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
And a black crow snuck through a hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba
I leaned it all up against a dandelion tree
I leaned it all up against a dandelion tree

Gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six

Now I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn like a clothes line
Now me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

Whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six

I will whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six

Gonna take a 38 hours long gone train
I just Long gone train
Just long gone train
I just long
Long

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