Tom Waits – Hard Rain Coming Down On Me (Guitar)

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Thanks to Pillze on YouTube for the Lyrics! Enjoy, zeg ik altijd! Lyrics: [spoken intro] All right now, come on kids. Hey, listen, I'm tired of this bullshit playing around the town, you know what I mean? ... And I told him, I said, 'listen!' I said, 'don't fuck with me, man! Because, you know what I mean? Like, I'm a real motherfucking cowboy, you know what I mean? Hahah! [end intro] One, two, three, four.

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Hard rain coming down on me

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Trying to start a fire on the muddy banks

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Of the Mississippi, in the rain

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  Baby life is strange

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Now he reaches for a quarter

And he stands in the corner And he screams out for some change.

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And nobody looks, but everybody sees

And everybody feels the shame.

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And the rain rolls over,

And the dog rolls over, And he rolls his hands to the sky.

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And the nuns in numbers knock their nails in

Like a blackbird in a blackberry pie.

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  Says, 'Son, it happens every day.

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  We call it running from the rain.'

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Well, it's a rain of thunder,

It's a rain of fear, It's a busted-open bottle of Rainier beer,

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It reaches from the sky

Like a blackbird in a blackberry pie, that's why

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And everybody is runnin'

And umbrellas are poppin' And reflections take over the streets

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And the blood is free now

And it flows to the sea now And the man says, 'I'll see him again.'

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Said, 'Son, it happens every day.

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We call it running from the rain.'

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Well, she turned her back

As he spackles the crack And the pain just peals away.

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And she thought she knew him

But an Autumn leaf blew in And it blew what she knew of him away.

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And she's countin' numbers

But she lost the light So now she thaws out cubed steak With a red flashlight

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Heads turning like a doorknob,

Eyes burning like a camp log, What do you think of that?

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Said, 'Son, it happens every day.

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We call it running from the rain.'

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She's gone for good,

You should know by now.

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   She ain't coming back anyhow.

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And a love to her

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Is a love that's thrown away.

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And it's over.