Tom Waits — Fumblin' With The Blues (The Heart Of Saturday Night 1974)
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Fumblin' With The Blues (The Heart Of Saturday Night 1974) Tom Waits03:03
Текст песни: Fumblin' With The Blues (The Heart Of Saturday Night 1974)
Friday left me fumblin' with the blues And it's hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the wall Two dead-ends and you've still got to choose You know the bartenders, they all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead You know the ladies I've been seeing off and on Well they spend your love and then they're gone You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel Take your love and then they leave on out of town You know they do Well now falling in love is such a breeze But it's standing up that's so hard for me I wanna squeeze you, but I'm scared to death I'd break your back You know your perfume, well it won't let me be And you know the bartenders all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead Well, come on baby, let your love light shine Gotta bury me inside of your fire Because your eyes are enough to blind me You're like a-looking at the sun You gotta whisper, tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper, tell me I'm the one Gotta whisper, tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper, tell me I'm the one
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