Burma Shave - Tom Waits

    Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders
    of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
    and the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
    he was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
    but the cops would never think to look in
    burma shave

    And the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone
    he didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
    he kinda looked like farley granger with his hair slicked back
    she says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
    how far are you going he said depends on what you mean
    he says i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved
    i guess you'd say i'm on my way to
    burma shave

    And her knees up on the glove compartment
    took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
    and she popped her gum and arched her back
    hell marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
    some night my heart pounds just like thunder
    i don't know why it don't explode
    cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave
    and i'd rather take my chances out in
    burma shave

    Presley's what i go by why don't you change the station
    count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
    mister anywhere you point this thing
    has got to beat the hell out of the sting
    of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin
    and so drill me a hole with a barber pole
    i'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
    why don't you have another swig
    and pass that car if you're so brave
    i wanna get there before the sun comes up in
    burma shave

    And the spider web crack and the mustang screamed
    smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
    just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
    lie swindled from them on the way to
    burma shave

     and the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
    up against the car door on the shot gun side
    and when they pulled her from the wreck you know she
    still had on her shades
    they say that dreams are growing wild just this side of
    burma shave


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