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He’s got the hands of a blind piano player |
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He’s got a feel for the dark like a soothsayer |
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He takes a little bow and tips his fedora |
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Shouts like he’s gonna save Sodom and Gomorrah |
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Workin’ for the circus X railroad bum |
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Carnival barker for kingdom dot come |
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Dusty ol’ Gibson opposable thumb |
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Bangs out the rhythm on a 50-gallon drum |
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Don’t wait for Tom |
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Tom’s long gone he’s already moved on |
| [00:56.61] |
Don’t wait for Tom |
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I saw an ol’ ’55 Buick just before dawn |
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I said Hey hey Tom |
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The sun’s comin’ up you got your wipers on |
| [01:10.96] |
Are you tryin' to make it rain again |
| [01:14.52] |
Are you tryin' to make it rain again |
| [01:18.07] |
Is it rainin’ just around your bend |
| [01:21.56] |
Are you tryin' to make it rain again |
| [01:39.91] |
Sittin’ in a corner with his pet muskrat |
| [01:43.03] |
Tossin’ his cards into an old man’s hat |
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He grins at the girls and they always grin back |
| [01:50.08] |
He bets an old waltz he could get ‘em in the sack |
| [01:53.70] |
He makes his own music from the bell of a ‘bone |
| [01:57.19] |
A waitress’s falsie and a railroad phone |
| [02:00.75] |
Bobs on his knees to an old tarantella |
| [02:04.18] |
South of the border he stole it from a fella |
| [02:07.67] |
Don’t wait for Tom |
| [02:11.24] |
Tom’s long gone he’s already moved on |
| [02:14.60] |
Don’t wait for Tom |
| [02:18.10] |
I saw an ol’ ’55 Buick just before dawn |
| [02:21.69] |
I said Hey hey Tom |
| [02:25.43] |
The sun’s comin’ up you got your wipers on |
| [02:28.62] |
Are you tryin' to make it rain again |
| [02:32.36] |
Are you tryin' to make it rain again |
| [02:35.98] |
Is it rainin’ just around your bend |
| [02:39.54] |
Are you tryin' to make it rain again |
| [02:43.22] |
His triple-jointed juke fingers splay like a scarecrow |
| [02:46.84] |
He kneels down and whistles to a fallen sparrow |
| [02:50.15] |
His eyes light up when they wheel in a piano |
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He reads a dirty joke out of an old Baptist hymnal |
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He wears a tuxedo made of sackcloth and ashes |
| [03:00.63] |
Has a tattoo of a girl who can bat her eyelashes |
| [03:04.06] |
Down on the river he was fishin’ with a sword |
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He knocked off John the Baptist for a word from the Lord |
| [03:11.49] |
He takes his coffee with the blood of a turnip |
| [03:15.07] |
Blushes his cheeks with an Amsterdam tulip |
| [03:18.93] |
Choppin’ up a rooster for a pullet surprise |
| [03:21.92] |
If the gravy don’t getcha he’ll getcha with his eyes |
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Don't wait |
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Hey Tom tom |
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Sun's comin' up you got your wipers on |
