Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fumblin' With The Blues, artist - Tom Waits. Date of issue: 14.10.1974
Song language: English
Fumblin' With The Blues |
| Friday left me fumblin' with the blues |
| And it’s hard to win when you always lose |
| Because the nightspots spend your spirit |
| Beat your head against the wall |
| Two dead ends and you’ve still got to choose |
| You know the bartenders |
| They all know my name |
| And they catch me when I’m pulling up lame |
| And I’m a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head |
| When I should be living clean instead |
| You know the ladies I’ve been seeing off and on Well they spend your love and then they’re gone |
| You can’t be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel |
| Take your love and then they leave on out of town |
| No they do Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze |
| But its standin' up that’s so hard for me I wanna squeeze you but I’m scared to death I’d break your back |
| You know your perfume |
| Well it won’t let me be You know the bartenders all know my name |
| And they catch me when I’m pulling up lame |
| And I’m a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head |
| When I should be living clean instead |
| Come on baby |
| Let your love light shine |
| Gotta bury me inside of your fire |
| Because your eyes are 'nough to blind me You’re like a-looking at the sun |