Letra de Canción: Whistlin' Past The Graveyard |
| well i come in on a night train with an arm full of box cars on the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night and i busted up a chifforobe way out by the cocomo cooked up a mess a mulligan and got into a fight whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack i'm a mean motherhubbard papa one eyes jack you probably seen me sleepin' out by the railroad tracks go on and ask the prince of darkness what about all thet smoke come from the stack sometimes i kill myself a jackel suck out all the blood steal myself a stationwagon drivin' through the mud whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack i'm mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack i know you seen my headlights and the honkin' of my horn i'm callin' out my bloodhounds chase the devil through the corn last night i chugged the mississippi now that suckers dry as a bone born in a taxi cab i'm never comin' home whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack i'm mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack myeyes have seen the glory of the drainin' og the ditch i only come to baton rouge to find myself a witch i'm-ona snatch me up a couple of em every time itrains you see a locomotive probably thinkin' its a train whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack i'm a mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack what you think is the sunshine is just a twinkle in my eye that ring around my fingers just the 4th of july when i get a little bit lonesome and a tear falls from my check theres gonna be an ocean in the middle of the week whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack i'm mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack i rode into town on a night train with an arm full of box cars on the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night i'm-ona tear me off a rainbow and wear it for a tie i never told the truth so i can never tell a lie whistlin' past the graveyard steppin' on a crack i'm mean motherhubbard papa one eyed jack |
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Por: Tom WaitsThomas Alan Waits nacido en Pomona, California el 7 de diciembre de 1949, es un pianista, cantante, compositor y actor estadounidense. Artista único, ecléctico e inquieto, de voz lijosa, abrigado a la escritura beatnik de William Burroughs o Jack Kerouac y a los sonidos primarios del jazz, el blues, el cabaret, las composiciones pop del Tin Pan Alley, la vanguardia, Lenny Bruce, Harry Partch, Louis Armstrong, el burlesque, Kurt Weill o el rock experimental. Creador y espejo de outsiders dados al alcohol y a la bohemia que pueblan ambientes tan sórdidos como románticos, tan míseros como fascinantes, tan teatrales como reales, Tom Waits es uno de los grandes personajes de la historia del rock, un crooner noctívago del lumpen, de los clubes de barrios bajos henchidos de alcohol y humo. Disco: Blue Valentine del Año 1978 |
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