16 Shells From a Thirty-Ought Six LYRICS Tom Waits Share On FacebookShare On Twitter EmbedFollow I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six And the Black Crow snuck through A hole in the sky So I spent all my buttons on an Old pack mule And I made me a ladder from A pawn shop marimba And I leaned it up against A dandelion tree And I filled me a sachel Full of old pig corn And I beat me a billy From an old French horn And I kicked that mule To the top of the tree And I blew me a hole bout the size of a kickdrum And I cut me a switch from a Long branch elbow Im gonna whittle you into kindlin Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Whittle you into kindlin Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Well I slept in the holler Of a dry creek bed And I tore out the buckets From a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from A red Corvette Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone Tree With the strings of a Washburn Stretched like a clothes line You know me and that mule scrambled right through The hole Im gonna whittle you into kindlin Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Whittle you into kindlin Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Now I hold him prisoner In a Washburn jail That strapped on the back of my old kick mule I bang on the strings just To drive him crazy I strum it loud to rattle his cage Strum it loud just to rattle his cage Im gonna whittle you into kindlin Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Whittle you into kindlin Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 14:45:21 +0000
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