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Tom Waits - The Heart of Saturday Night - Fumblin’ With the Blues
The Heart of Saturday Night
01. New Coat of Paint
02. San Diego Serenade
03. Semi Suite
04. Shiver Me Timbers
05. Diamonds on My Windshield
06. (Looking for) The Heart of Saturday Night
07. Fumblin’ With the Blues
08. Please Call Me, Baby
09. Depot, Depot
10. Drunk on the Moon
11. The Ghosts of Saturday Night (After Hours at Napoleone’s Pizza House)
Friday left me fumblin' with the blues
And it's hard to win when you always lose
Because the nightspots spend your spirit
Beat your head against the wall
Two dead ends and you've still got to choose

You know the bartenders, they all know my name
And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame
And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
When I should be living clean instead

You know, the ladies I've been seeing off and on
Well they spend your love and then they're gone
You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel
Take your love and then they leave on out of town, no they do

Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze
But its standin' up that's so hard for me
I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death I'd break your back
You know your perfume, well it won't let me be

You know the bartenders, all know my name
And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame
And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
When I should be living clean instead

Come on baby, let your love light shine
Gotta bury me inside of your fire
Because your eyes are 'nough to blind me
You're like looking at the sun

You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one
Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one
Gotta whisper tell me I'm the one
Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one