Fumblin' with the Blues - Tom Waits

    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
    No they do

    Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze
    But its standin' 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

    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

    Come on baby
    Let your love light shine
    Gotta bury me inside of your fire
    Because your eyes are 'nough 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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