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Clap Hands

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Clap Hands was released on October 29, 2022 by UME - Global Clearing House as a part of the album Grave Diggers: Tom Waits - EP

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Tom Waits

Vocals

Bobby Previte

Percussion

Marc Ribot

Guitar

Michael Blair

Percussion

Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges

Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges

Drums

Tony Garnier

Double Bass

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tom Waits

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Tom Waits

Producer

Robert Musso

Mixing Engineer

Howie Weinberg

Original Mastering Engineer

Dennis Ferrante

Dennis Ferrante

Assistant Recording Engineer

Tom Gonzalez

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Chris Bellman

Mastering Engineer

Jeff Lippay

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Kathleen Brennan

Kathleen Brennan

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Sane, sane, they're all insane

Fireman's blind, the conductor is lame

A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame

Hanging out the window with bottle full of rain

[Verse 2]

Clap hands, clap hands

Clap hands, clap hands

[Verse 3]

Said role, the thunder and the role

Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more

Moon in the window, and the bird on the pole

We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

[Verse 4]

Clap hands, clap hands

Clap hands, clap hands

[Verse 5]

Said steam, steam a hundred bad dreams

Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans

A fifty dollar bill inside a Paladin's hat

And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

[Verse 6]

Role, role the thunder and the role

Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more

Moon in the window, and the bird on the pole

Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

[Verse 7]

Clap hands, clap hands

Clap hands, clap hands

[Verse 8]

I said steam, steam a hundred bad dreams

Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans

A fifty dollar bill inside a Paladin's hat

And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

[Verse 9]

Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime

All the way to Baltimore and running out of time

Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole

They all went to heaven in a little row boat

[Verse 10]

Clap hands, clap hands

Clap hands, clap hands

Clap hands, clap hands

Clap hands, clap hands

Well, clap hands, well clap hands

Oh, clap hands, clap hands

Written by: Tom Waits

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