Текст песни Tom Waits - Clap Hands

...CLAP HANDS... by Tom Waits

*from 'Rain Dogs' (1985)*

,
   (x2), 

 Sane, sane, they're all insane,
Fireman's blind; the conductor is lame.
 Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame,
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain.

Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.

Said; roar, roar, the thunder and the roar,
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more.
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole,
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal.

Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.

Bridge 1:

Said; steam, steam; a hundred bad dream,
 Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans.
 fifty-dollar bill, iside a palladin's hat,
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at.

 Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar,
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more.
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole,
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal.

Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.

Interlude:

,
   (x2), 

Bridge 2:

Said; steam, steam; a hundred bad dream,
 Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans.
 fifty-dollar bill, iside a palladin's hat,
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at.

 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.

Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.

(Repeat to Fade)

CHORD DIAGRAMS:

 EADGBE  EADGBE
 x24432  353433

Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)