Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder In The Red Barn, artist - Tom Waits. Album song Bone Machine, in the genre Блюз
Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Murder In The Red Barn |
There was a murder in the red barn |
A murder in the red barn |
The trees are bending over |
The cows are lying down |
The autumn’s taking over |
You can hear the Buckshot hounds |
The watchman said to Reba the loon |
Was that pale at Manzanita |
Or was it Blind Bob the coon? |
Pin it on a drifter |
They sleep beneath the bridge |
One plays the violin |
And sleeps inside a fridge |
There was a murder in the red barn |
A murder in the red barn |
Someone’s crying in the woods |
Someone’s burying all his clothes |
Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer |
Slept outside last night and froze |
Road kill has its seasons |
Just like anything |
There is possums in the autumn |
And there’s farm cats in the spring |
There was a murder in the red barn |
A murder in the red barn |
Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s house |
Or covet thy neighbor’s wife |
But for some |
Murder is the only door thru which they enter life |
Now they surrounded the house |
They smoked him out |
And took him off in chains |
The sky turned black and bruised |
And we had months of heavy rains |
Now the ravens nest in the rotted roof |
Of Chenoweth’s old place |
And no one’s asking Cal |
About that scar upon his face |
Cause there’s nothin' strange |
About an axe with bloodstains in the barn |
There’s always some killin' |
You got to do around the farm |
A murder in the red barn |
A murder in the red barn |
Now the woods will never tell |
What sleeps beneath the trees |
Or what’s buried 'neath a rock |
Or hiding in the leaves |
Cause road kill has its seasons |
Just like anything |
It’s possums in the autumn |
And it’s farm cats in the spring |
There was a murder in the red barn |
A murder in the red barn |
A murder in the red barn |
Now a lady can’t do nothin' |
Without folks' tongues waggin' |
Is that blood on the tree |
Or is it autumn’s red blaze |
When the ground’s soft for diggin' |
And the rain will bring all this gloom |
There’s nothing wrong with a lady |
Drinking alone in a room |
But there was a murder in the red barn |
A murder in the red barn |