Mr. Henry — текст песни (Tom Waits)

(previously unreleased)


Mr. Henry stumbles home
When the evening`s done
He`s as poor as a church mouse
High on the Meyer`s rum
Tugging at his shirttail
Jiggling a church key
Chewing on a toothpick
On another binge
Trampling the rosebush
Whistin` to himself...
Now don`t wake up the neighbours
Spitting on the hinge
Rattling the milkbottles
Tripping on a skate
Hidin` from the Newsboys
Before it`s too late
The Screen door`s open
Don`t make no noise in the Kitchen
Got no excuse
For a cold, grey wife that starts bitchin`
That the no good bum`s at it again
After she`s given him
The best years of her life
He`ll tell her he was celebrating
Savage`s divorce
Played a hunch out at Yonkers
You can never trust a horse
And thrown in jail
Swore he`d never do these things again
He`s got an alibi
But never tells her where he`s been

"Henry! Henry!"