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Tom Waits - "Fumblin' With The Blues"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bones Howe
Bones Howe
Producer
Geoff Howe
Geoff Howe
Engineer

Songtexte

Friday left me fumblin' with the blues And it's hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the wall Two dead ends and you've still got to choose You know the bartenders, they all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead You know, the ladies I've been seeing off and on Well they spend your love and then they're gone You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel Take your love and then they leave on out of town, no they do Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze But its standin' up that's so hard for me I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death I'd break your back You know your perfume, well it won't let me be You know the bartenders, all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead Come on baby, let your love light shine Gotta bury me inside of your fire Because your eyes are 'nough to blind me You're like looking at the sun You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one Gotta whisper tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one
Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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