Tom Waits

Tom Waits - Clap Hands lyrics

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A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
 Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
 Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands


 Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
 Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
 The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
 We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
 Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands


 Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
 Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
 A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
 And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at


 Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
 Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
 Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
 Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
 Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands


 I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
 Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
 A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
 And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at


 Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
 All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
 Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
 They all went to heaven in a little row boat
 Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
 Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
 Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Island Records Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1985

Language: English

Covered by: Mooneye (2019)

Appearing on: Big Time (1988) , I'll Take New York (live) (1987) , Beautiful Maladies: The Island Years (1998) , Grave Diggers (2022)

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