Walking Spanish - Tom Waits

    He's got himself a homemade special
    You know his glass is full of sand
    And it feels just like a jaybird the way it fits into his hand
    He rolled a blade up in his trick towel
    They slap their hands against the wall
    You never trip, you never stumble
    He's walking Spanish down the hall

    Slip him a picture of our Jesus
    Or give him a spoon to dig a hole
    What all he done ain't no one's business
    But he'll need blankets for the cold
    They dim the lights over on Broadway
    Even the king has bowed his head
    And every face looks right up at Mason
    Man he's walking Spanish down the hall

    Litella's screeching for a blind pig
    Punk Sanders carved it out of wood
    He never sang when he got hoodwinked
    They tried it all but he never would
    Tomorrow morning there'll be laundry
    But he'll be somewhere else to hear the call
    Don't say goodbye, he's just leaving early
    He's walking Spanish down the hall

    All St. Barthelemew said
    Was whispered into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes
    All Baker told the machine was that he never broke the law
    Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate
    Take off your watch, your rings and all
    Even Jesus wanted just a little more time
    When he was walking Spanish down the hall


    Marco Giunco
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