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Shore Leave

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Tom Waits » Shore Leave

Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart
I rolled down the national stroll
And with a big fat paycheck
Strapped to my hip sack
And a shore leave wristwatch underneath
My sleeve
In a hong kong drizzle on cuban heels
I rowed down the gutter to the blood bank
And i'd left all my papers on the ticonderoga
And was in a bad need of a shave
And so i slopped at the corner on cold chow mein
And shot billards with a midget
Until the rain stopped
And i bought a long sleeved shirt
With horses on the front
And some gum and a lighter and a knife
And a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)
And i sat down and wrote a letter to my wife

And i said baby, i'm so far away from home
And i miss my baby so
I can't make it by myself
I love you so

Well i was pacing myself
Trying to make it all last
Squeezing all the life
Out of a lousy two day pass
And i had a cold one at the dragon
With some filipino floor show
And talked baseball with a lieutenant
Over a singapore sling
And i wondered how the same moon outside
Over this chinatown fair
Could look down on illinois
And find you there
And you know i love you baby

And i'm so far away from home
And i miss my baby so
I can't make it by myself
I love you so

Shore leave...
Shore leave...


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Tom Waits » Í albúmi

In The Neighborhood
Town With No Cheer
Rainbirds
Frank's Wild Years
16 Shells From A Thirty-ought-six
Underground
Shore Leave
Just Another Sucker On The Vine
Down, Down, Down
Dave The Butcher
Soldier's Things
Johnsburg, Illinois
Gin Soaked Boy
Trouble's Braids
Swordfishtrombones

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