作曲 : Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan
I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
leaned it up against a dandelion tree
And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree

And I'm gonna cook them feathers on a tire iron spit
And I filled me a satchel full of old pig corn
I filled me a satchel full of old pig corn
And I beat me a billy from an old French horn

And I kicked that mule to the top of the tree
kicked that mule to the top of the tree
And I blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow

I'm whittle you into kindlin'
I'm whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

And I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
I tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
And Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothes line
You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

I'm whittle you into kindlin'
Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
I'm whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail
That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule
Atrapped on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
And I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

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