Ill Be Gone — текст песни (Tom Waits)

Written by tom waits and kathleen brennan

Tonight Ill shave the mountain

Ill cut the hearts from pharoahs

I pull the road off of the rise

Tear the memories from my eyes

And in the morning Ill be gone

I drink 1000 shipwrecks

Tonight Ill steal your paychecks

I paint the sheets across my bed

The birds will all fly from my head

And in the morning Ill be gone

Take every dream thats breathing

Find every boot thats leaving

Shoot all the lights in the cafe

And in the morning Ill be gone

I bet 1000 dollars

I have a french companion

I tie myself below the deck

I pull the rope around my neck

And in the morning Ill be gone

It takes a life to win her

There is a drum of bourbon

800 pounds of nitro

His boots are thunder as he plays

Theree is a stone inside it

Tonight his bones will ride it

Ill need a tent to hide it

And in the morning Ill be gone

And in the morning Ill be gone

And in the morning Ill be gone