Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Wait For Tom, artist - Over the Rhine. Album song The Trumpet Child, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 20.08.2007
Song language: English
Don't Wait For Tom |
| He’s got the hands of a blind piano player |
| He’s got a feel for the dark like a soothsayer |
| He takes a little bow and tips his fedora |
| Shouts like he’s gonna save Sodom and Gomorrah |
| Workin' for the circus X railroad bum |
| Carnival barker for kingdom dot come |
| Dusty ol' Gibson, opposable thumb |
| Bangs out the rhythm on a 50-gallon drum |
| Don’t wait for Tom |
| Tom’s long gone, he’s already moved on |
| Don’t wait for Tom |
| I saw an ol' '55 Buick just before dawn |
| I said, Hey, hey Tom |
| The sun’s comin' up, you got your wipers on |
| Are you tryin' to make it rain again? |
| Are you tryin' to make it rain again? |
| Is it rainin' just around your bend? |
| Are you tryin' to make it rain again? |
| Sittin' in a corner with his pet muskrat |
| Tossin' his cards into an old man’s hat |
| He grins at the girls, and they always grin back |
| He bets an old waltz he could get 'em in the sack |
| He makes his own music from the bell of a 'bone |
| A waitress’s falsie and a railroad phone |
| Bobs on his knees to an old tarantella |
| South of the border, he stole it from a fella |
| Don’t wait for Tom |
| Tom’s long gone, he’s already moved on |
| Don’t wait for Tom |
| I saw an ol' '55 Buick just before dawn |
| I said, Hey, hey Tom |
| The sun’s comin' up, you got your wipers on |
| Are you tryin' to make it rain again? |
| Are you tryin' to make it rain again? |
| Is it rainin' just around your bend? |
| Are you tryin' to make it rain again? |
| His triple-jointed juke fingers splay like a scarecrow |
| He kneels down and whistles to a fallen sparrow |
| His eyes light up when they wheel in a piano |
| He reads a dirty joke out of an old Baptist hymnal |
| He wears a tuxedo made of sackcloth and ashes |
| Has a tattoo of a girl who can bat her eyelashes |
| Down on the river, he was fishin' with a sword |
| He knocked off John the Baptist for a word from the Lord |
| He takes his coffee with the blood of a turnip |
| Blushes his cheeks with an Amsterdam tulip |
| Choppin' up a rooster for a pullet surprise |
| If the gravy don’t getcha, he’ll getcha with his eyes |
| Don’t wait |
| Hey Tom |
| Sun’s comin' up, you got your wipers on |