Tom Waits - Sixteen Shells from a Thirty-Ought-Six lyrics

Plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six And a black crow snuck through a hole in the sky And I spent all my bu*tons on an old pack mule And I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba I leaned it all up against a dandelion tree I leaned it all up against a dandelion tree Gonna whittle you into kindlin' Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six Whittle you into kindlin' Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six Now 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 Meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree With the strings of a Washburn like a clothes line Now me and that mule scrambled right through the hole Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole Whittle you into kindlin' Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six Whittle you into kindlin' Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six I will whittle you into kindlin' Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six Whittle you into kindlin' Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought six Gonna take a 38 hours long gone train I just Long gone train Just long gone train I just long Long