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 © Copyright Tom Waits
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 Email: Ignatoff@bigfoot.com
 Date: 16 Dec 1998

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                                               TOM WAITS
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                                                                  , 1969 .., .
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                                                                ignatoff@bigfoot.com

                                                BIG TIME
                                                (video)





        This is story about guy named Frank O'Bryan                      -       '

Well Frank settled down in the Valley                           , ,   
and hung his wild years                                             
on a nail that he drove through                                  ,   
his wife's forehead                                               
he sold used office furniture                                       
out there on San Fernando Road                                  -  --
and assumed a $30,000 loan                                          30,000$
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment                                 15  1/4% 
on a little two bedroom place                                        
well, his wife, I don't know, she was a dog, she was a baby,    --,  ,    ,  ,  ,
she was a killer, she was a spent piece of used jet trash        ,    
made good bloody marys                                             
kept her mouth shut most of the time                                 
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos                                    
OK, I love dogs, let it be know, I love dogs!                      !   ,   !
The dog. IS A DOG!                                              ,  !
that had some kind of skin disease                                - ,
I don't know that it was, they try everything,                       ,   ,
and was totally blind. They had a                                 .   
thoroughly modern kitchen                                         
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)                                 ( )
Frank drove a little sedan                                         
they were so happy                                                .

One night Frank was on his way home                                     
from work, stopped at the liquor store,                          ,    ,
picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths                             Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way                                       
to the Shell station, he got a gallon of                          Shell,   
gas in a can, drove home, doused                                    
everything in the house, torched it,                              ,  ,
parked across the street, laughing,                                     
watching it burn, all Halloween                                     ,   
orange and chimney red then                                        ,  
Frank put on a top forty station                                    -  
got on the Hollywood Freeway                                        
headed north                                                      

Never could stand that dog                                           



Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart                     ,       
I rolled down the national stroll                                    
and with a big fat paycheck                                      
strapped to my hip sack                                           
and a shore leave wristwatch underneath                            
my sleeve                                                         
in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels                                
I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank                              
and I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga                         
and was in a bad need of a shave                                    
and so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein                       -
and shot billards with a midget                                      
until the rain stopped                                             
and I bought a long sleeved shirt                                   
with horses on the front                                           
and some gum and a lighter and a knife                          ,   
and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)                    (  )
and I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife                           
and I said Baby, I'm so far away from home                         ",     
and I miss my Baby so                                                
I can't make it by myself                                              
I love you so                                                      "

Well I was pacing myself                                        ,   ,  ,
trying to make it all last                                          ,
squeezing all the life                                           
out of a lousy two day pass                                          
and I had a cold one at the Dragon                                    
with some Filipino floor show                                    -  
and talked baseball with a lieutenant                                 
over a Singapore sling                                            
and I wondered how the same moon outside                                 
over this Chinatown fair                                           -
could look down on Illinois                                         
and find you there                                                 
and you know I love you Baby                                    "  ,    , ,
and I'm so far away from home                                        
and I miss my Baby so                                                
I can't make it by myself                                              
I love you so                                                      "

Shore Leave...                                                  ߅
Shore Leave...                                                  ߅



``Well, I feel we should move right into                        " ,  ,    
the religious material.''                                          . "

When you walk through the garden,                                   ,
You've gotta watch your back.                                     - 
Well, I beg you're pardon;                                           
Walk the straight and narrow track.                                

When you walk with Jesus,                                           ,
He's gonna save your soul.                                         
You've got to keep the Devil;                                      
Well, you've got to keep him                                    ,  
down in the hole.                                                 

He's got the fire, people,                                        , !
he's got the fury at his command.                                   .

Oh, you don't have to worry                                     ,   
Hold on to, hold on to... Jesus hand                            ,   ...  
we'll all be safe from Satan                                         
when the thunder,                                                ,
when the thunder starts to roll.                                   .

We've got to keep the devil,                                       
keep him on down                                                  
down in the hole.                                                 

That red horned, lousy, low life, underneath our boots..         , ,  ,  , .
Praise the Lord.                                                 !
I don't know what it is.                                          ,  .
Two dollar - that demonmiester                                    -  -.
Three dollar - that prince devil                                  -   .
Just see if you can come up with a figure                        ,    
that matches your faith                                           

He said, how much has Jesus done for you?                        ,     ?
And we got to go in, with our hydrolic system,                      ,    ,
and blast him out.                                                .

People, can I get an amen?                                      ,    ?
All the angels, pledge God to sing;                              ,   ;
all about Jesus mighty sword.                                        .
And they'll shield you with their wings                              
People, they'll keep you                                        ,   



Now don't pay heed to temptation,                                    
For his hands are so cold.                                           
You've got to keep the devil,                                      ,
keep him on down in the hole.                                       

Down in the hole                                                  
Down in the hole                                                  
Down in the hole                                                  

People, I've got to speak about something...                    ,    -  ̅
Can I get an amen?                                                  ?
Can I get an halaluja?                                              ?
Praise the lord.                                                 .
God bless you.                                                     .

The Lord is a very very busy man.                                -    .
I'll do what I can.                                                ,  .
But Jesus is always going for the big picture...                     Ӆ
But he's always there to help us out of the little jams too.            

Down in the hole                                                  
Down in the hole                                                  
Down in the hole                                                  
Keep him down in the hold                                          -  .

You've got to keep the devil down in the hole                        -  
You've got to keep the devil down in the hole                        -  
Keep him on down in the hole                                       -  
Down...down, down, down mighty devil                            ... , ,   
I send you down below my boots.                                    ,   .
down, down, filling my live with anger and strife               , ,      
Go down mighty devil.                                             .
Find a place to live.Down down down...                             .    ...



Hang on st. christopher through the smoke and the oil            C-    
Buckle down the rumble seat                                       
let the radiator boil                                             
got an overhead downshift                                         
and a two dollar grill                                             
got an 85 cabin                                                    
on an 85 hill                                                    85 
Hang on st. christopher on the passenger side                    C-   
open it up tonight the devil can ride                              ,   
hang on st. christopher with a barrel house dog                  C-   
kick me up mt. baldy                                               
throw me out in the fog                                            
tear a hole in the jack pot                                        -
drive a stake through his heart                                   
do a 100 on the grapevine                                           
do a jump on the start                                             
hang on st. christopher now don't let me go                      C-,    
get me to reno and bring it in low, yeah                           ,     
hang on st. christopher with the hammer to the floor             C-    
put a hi ball in the crank case                                    
nail a crow to the door                                            
get a bottle for the jockey                                       
gimme a 294                                                      - 294
there's a 750 norton bustin down january's door                  750    
hang on st. christopher on the passenger side                    C-   
open it up tonight the devil can ride                              ,   
hang on st. christopher now don't let me go                      C-,    
get to me reno got to bring it in low                              ,     
put my baby on the flat car                                      /    
got to burn down the caboose                                      
get 'em all jacked up on whiskey                                    
then we'll turn the mad dog loose                                     
hang on st. christopher on the passenger side                    C-   
open it  up tonight the devil can ride                             ,   



All night long on the broken glass                                  
livin in a medicine chest                                           
mediteromanian hotel back                                           
sprawled across a roll top desk                                   
the monkey rode the blade  on an                                   
overhead fan                                                        
they paint the donkey blue if you pay                                 
I got a telephone call from Istanbul                                
my baby's coming home today                                         
will you sell me one of those if I shave my head                    -      
get me out of town is what fireball said                           -   
never  trust a man in a blue trench coat                              - 
never drive a car when you're dead                                  ,   
Saturday's a festival                                             - 
Oh, now Friday's a gem                                            - 
dye your hair yellow                                              
and raise your hem                                                 
follow me to beulah's on                                            beulah's 
dry creek road                                                    
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed                       ,    
take me down to buy a tux                                          ,  
on red rose bear                                                   
got to cut a hole in the day                                         
I got a telephone call from Istanbul                                
my baby's coming home today                                         



Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe                                 
never slept with a dream before he had to go away                  ,   
there's a bell in the tower                                        
Uncle Ray bought a round                                          
don't worry about the army                                         
in the cold cold ground                                            
now don't be a cry baby                                           , ,
when there's wood in the shed                                       
there's a bird in the chimmney                                    
and a stone in my bed                                              
when the road's washed out                                        
they pass the bottle around                                          
and wait in the arms                                               
of the cold cold ground                                           
cold cold ground                                                  
there's a  ribbon in the willow                                   
and a tire swing rope                                              
and a briar patch of berries                                      
takin over  the slope                                             
the cat'll sleep in the mailbox                                     
and  we'll never go to town                                          
til we bury every dream in                                          
the cold cold ground                                               
cold cold ground                                                   
gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells                   
blow the roof off the goat barn                                    
let it roll down the hill                                           
the piano is firewood                                            - 
times square is a dream                                          - 
I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground                  
cold cold ground                                                   
cold cold ground                                                   
call the cops on the Breedloves                                    
bring a bible and a rope                                          
and a whole box of rebel                                        , ,
and a bar of soap                                                  
make a pile of trunk tires                                         
and burn 'em all down                                               
bring a dollar with you baby                                      , ,
in the cold cold ground                                            
cold cold ground                                                   
take a weathervane rooster                                          
throw rocks at his head                                          -
stop talking to the neighbors                                       
til we all go dead                                                 , ,
beware of my temper                                               
and the dog that I've found                                      ,   
break all the windows in the                                      
cold cold ground                                                   
cold cold ground                                                   





I'm going straight to the top                                       
oh yea up where the air is                                       , ,  
fresh and clean                                                   
I'm going straight up to the top                                    
if you know me, you know what I mean                                  
I can't let sorrow                                                
try and pull ol' Frankie down                                      
live for tomorrow I have found you                                 ,   
I'm going straight up to the top                                    
up where the air is fresh and clean                                 
i know that I will never stop, oh no                               ,  
until I know I'm wild and free                                   ,  - 
just like a champagne bubble                                      
pop pop pop                                                     , , 
I'm like those birdies                                           -  
high up  in the trees                                             
I can't let sorrow                                                
pull ol' Frankie down                                              
live for tomorrow                                                  
I have  found you                                                 
I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah                            
up where the air is                                              , ,  
fresh and clean                                                   



Will ye take me across the channel                                 
London Bridge is falling down                                       
Strange a woman tries to save                                      ,
More than a man will try to drown                                  
And its the rain that they predicted                              ,
And its the forecast every time                                  ,   
The rose has died because you picked it                             
And I believe that brandy's mine                                     

And all over the world strangers                                  
Talk only about the weather                                        
All over the world its the same                                  ,   
Its the same!                                                    !  !

And the world is getting flatter                                     
And the sky is falling all around                                 
Oh, when nothing is the matter                                    
For I never cry in town                                             
And a love like ours, my dear                                    , 
Is best measured when its down                                      
And I never buy umberellas                                          
Because there's always one around                                  

And all over the world strangers                                  
Talk only about the weather                                        
All over the world its the same                                  ,   
Its the same!                                                    !  !

And you know that its the beginning                             ,   
And you know that its the end                                   ,   
Once again we are strangers                                         
As the fog comes rolling in                                          

And all over the world strangers                                  
Talk only about the weather                                        
All over the world its the same                                  ,   
Its the same!                                                    !  !



Falling James in the Tahoe mud                                      
Stick around to tell us all the tale                              ,   
Well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl                           
And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail                        ,    
Dancing in the Birmingham jail                                     ,    

He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe                    
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge                            
He got all liquored up on that road house corn                         ,   ,
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette                          
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette                              

He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese                     
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco                        
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four                            "-"
He left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door                      
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door                        

I said John, John, he's long gone                                 , ,    
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home                            -   
I said John, John, he's long gone                                 , ,    
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home                            -   

He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood                         -
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene                                    
Well he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog              ,   
He's staying out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired               
Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired                            

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone                         
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday                          
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog                           
Telling everyone he saw, "They went that-a-way, boys"              ",  - "
Telling everyone he saw, "They went that-a-way"                    ",  - "

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof                         
And the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world                 
Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw               ,   
And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all                     -    
A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all                         -    

Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge              ,      C. 
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane             - 
He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve                         
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door                      ,    
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door                      ,    

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row                   
Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes                     
With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair                   
Well they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire                 
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire                    

I said John, John, he's long gone                                 , ,    
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home                            -   
I said John, John, he's long gone                                 , ,    
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home                            -   

Banging on the table with an old tin cup                             
Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again                     "    -    "
Never kiss a Gun Street girl again                                  -    
I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again                             -    

I said John, John, he's long gone                                 , ,    
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home                            -   
I said John, John, he's long gone                                 , ,    
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home                            -   



Three, six, nine                                                , , ,
The goose drank wine                                              .
The monkey chewed tobacco                                         
On the streetcar line                                             .
The line broke                                                      -
The monkey got choked                                              .
And they all went to heaven                                         
In a little row boat.                                             
Clap Clap                                                       ,  (  )

Sane, sane, they're all insane,                                 , ,  -  ,
fireman's blind, the conductor is lame                            - ,   - 
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame                           ,    
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain                        
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands                  , ,   .

Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar                       , , ,   
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more                     
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole                      , -  
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal                 
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands                  , ,   .

Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams                           , ,   
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans                        
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat                           
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at                    ,   

Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar                            , , ,   
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more                     
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole                          , -  
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal                    
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands                  , ,   .

I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams                         , ,   
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans                        
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat                           
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at                    ,   

Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime                                  ,   
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time                     
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole                     , -, ""
They all went to heaven in a little row boat                           
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands                  , ,   .
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands                  , ,   .
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands                  , ,   .



Well the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street   ,        
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws                      
And you're east of East Saint Louis                             ,    -
and the wind is making speeches                                   
And the rain sounds like a round of applause                         
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon                         -   
His invisible fiancee's in the mirror                                
And the band is going home,                                       -  ,
it's raining hammers, it's raining nails                           
And it's true there's nothing left for him down here              ,    

And it's time time time, and it's time time time                - , , , - , , .
And it's time time time that you love                           - ,    
And it's time time time                                         - , , .

And they all pretend they're orphans                             -
and their memory's like a train                                    - 
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away                  ,    
And the things you can't remember                                   
tell the things you can't forget                                ,    
That history puts a saint in every dream                          ,     .

Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off      " ,    "
But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit                     ,   
And Mathilda asks the sailors                                       
"Are those dreams or are those prayers?"                        "  ?"
So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit               ,  ,     

Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time                 - , , , - , , .
And it's time time time that you love                           - ,    
And it's time time time                                         - , , .

Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl                 ,        
The boys just dive right off the cars                               
and splash into the street                                         
And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot         ,     
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet                           
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips                  
As the dish outside the window fills with rain                        
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart                       
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again                         

Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time                 - , , , - , , .
And it's time time time that you love                           - ,    
And it's time time time                                         - , , .
And it's time time time, and it's time time time                - , , , - , , .
And it's time time time that you love                           - ,    
And it's time time time                                         - , , .

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