...CLAP HANDS... by Tom Waits
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*from 'Rain Dogs' (1985)*
Intro:
Bm,
(x2),
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 a bottle full of rain.
Chorus 1:
Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.
Verse 2:
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.
Chorus 2:
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.
A fifty-dollar bill, iside a palladin's hat,
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at.
Verse 3:
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.
Chorus 3:
Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.
Interlude:
Bm,
(x2),
Bridge 2:
Said; steam, steam; a hundred bad dream,
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans.
A fifty-dollar bill, iside a palladin's hat,
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at.
Verse 4:
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.
Chorus 4:
Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.
Clap hands, clap hands.
(Repeat to Fade)
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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)