Frank's Wi

Written by tom waits and kathleen brennan


If you want money in your pocket
And a top hat on your head
A hot meal on your table
And a blanket on your bed
Well today is grey skies
Tomorrow is tears
You'll have to wait til yesterday is here
Well i'm going to new york city
And i'm leaving on a train
And if you want to stay behind and
Wait til i come back again
Well today is grey skies
Tomorrow is tears
You'll have to wait til yesterday is here
If you want to go
Where the rainbows end
You'll have to say goodbye
All our dreams come true
Baby up ahead
And it's out where your memories lie
Well the road's out before me
And the moon is shining bright
What i want you to remember
As i disappear tonight
Today is grey skies
Tomorrow's tears
You'll have to wait til yesterday is here

I'll tip the newsboy
I'll get a shine
I'll ride this dream
To the end of the line
I'm goin places
I'll take a ride
Up to the riverside
I'll take ny
I'll let it happen
I'll pop the cork
Tear off the wrappin'
I'll make a splash on the hudson
That's how i will arrive
Hey, do you have two tens for a five?
Roll out the carpet
Strike up the band
Break into the best
Champagne when i land
Beat the parade drum
Hit all the bars
I want the moon and stars
But i'll take ny
I'll make it happen
Blow out the candlels
Tear off the wrappin'
And i know someday
They'll have to name a street after me
Right next door to old franklin d

Dream away the tears in your eyes
Dream away your sorrows
Dream away all your goodbyes
Dream away tomorrow
I promise when the sun comes up
I promise i'll be true
And just like before the band starts to play
They always play your favorite tune
And dream awawy when everyone's gone
Dream away your grey skies tooo
Dream away and nothing is wrong
Dreams have wishes that are waiting for you
And up ahead the road is turning
Turning for you and me
And just like before
The band starts to play
Now there's that twinkle in your eye
And dream away

All night long on the broken glass
Livin in a medicine chest
Mediteromanian hotel back
Sprawled across a roll top desk
The monkey rode the blade on an
Overhead fan
They paint the donkey blue if you pay
I got a telephone call from istanbul
My baby's coming home today
Will you sell me one of those if i shave my head
Get me out of town is what fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival
Friday's a gem
Dye your hair yellow
And raise your hem
Follow me to beulah's on
Dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
Take me down to buy a tux
On red rose bear
Got to cut a hole in the day
I got a telephone call from istanbul
My baby's coming home today

Mary's on the black top
There's a husband in
The dog house
In the middle of a shakedown
She got
Quiet as a church mouose
She found raleigh's on
The dashboard
Sugar daddy caught a polocar
Ain't no solitary
Tap dance way down here
I swear i's riding
On a field mouse
We were dancin' in the slaughterhouse
If you swing along the beltway
Then you skid along the all day
Cause i went a little crazy
And i sat upon a high chair
And i'm smokin like a diesel
Way out here
Blow wind blow - blow me away here -
Blow wind blow (repeat)

Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
There's a bell in the tower
Uncle ray bought a round
Don't worry about the army
In the cold cold ground
Now don't be a cry baby
When there's wood in the shed
There's a bird in the chimmney
And a stone in my bed
When the road's washed out
They pass the bottle around
And wait in the arms
Of the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
There's a ribbon in the willow
And a tire swing rope
And a briar patch of berries
Takin over the slope
The cat'll sleep in the mailbox
And we'll never go to town
Til we bury every dream in
The cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Gimme a winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
Blow the roof off the goat barn
Let it roll down the hill
The piano is firewood
Times square is a dream
I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Call the cops on the breedloves
Bring a bible and a rope
And a whole box of rebel
And a bar of soap
Make a pile of trunk tires
And burn 'em all down
Bring a dollar with you baby
In the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Take a weathervane rooster
Throw rocks at his head
Stop talking to the neighbors
Til we all go dead
Beware of my temper
And the dog that i've found
Break all the windows in the
Cold cold ground
Cold cold ground

Written by tom waits and kathleen brennan


I put my chips on her shoulder
Running in the carnival time
She bought the things that i told her
They made her eyes sparkle and shine
Together we'll ring in the new year
I know that she'll be my queen
And if i fall asleep in your arms
Please wake me up in my dreams
Her out-fit was all made of vinyl
Like nothing i've ever seen
When our divorces are final
She'll fit right into my scheme
Next to the pawnshop's a chapel
I'll show you just what i mean
And if i fall asleep in your arms
Please wake me up in my dreams

Hang on st. christopher through the smoke
And the oil
Buckle down the rumble seat
Let the radiator boil
Got an overhead downshift
And a two dollar grill
Got an 85 cabin
On an 85 hill
Hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
Open it up tonight the devil can ride
Hang on st. christopher with a barrel house dog
Kick me up mt. baldy
Throw me out in the fog
Tear a hole in the jack pot
Drive a stake through his heart
Do a 100 on the grapevine
Do a jump on the start
Hang on st. christopher now don't let me go
Get me to reno and bring it in low, yeah
Hang on st. christopher with the hammer to the floor
Put a hi ball in the crank case
Nail a crow to the door
Get a bottle for the jockey
Gimme a 294
There's a 750 norton bustin down january's door
Hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
Open it up tonight the devil can ride
Hang on st. christopher now don't let me go
Get to me reno got to bring it in low
Put my baby on the flat car
Got to burn down the caboose
Get 'em all jacked up on whiskey
Then we'll turn the mad dog loose
Hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
Open it up tonight the devil can ride