Written by tom waits and kathleen brennan

Tonight i'll shave the mountain

I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs

I pull the road off of the rise

Tear the memories from my eyes

And in the morning i'll be gone

I drink 1000 shipwrecks

Tonight i'll steal your paychecks

I paint the sheets across my bed

The birds will all fly from my head

And in the morning i'll be gone

Take every dream that's breathing

Find every boot that's leaving

Shoot all the lights in the cafe

And in the morning i'll 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 i'll 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

I'll need a tent to hide it

And in the morning i'll be gone

And in the morning i'll be gone

And in the morning i'll be gone




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