Waits Tom - "16 Shells From A 30.6" lyrics

Tom Waits: Vocal Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges: Drums Larry Taylor: Acoustic bass Fred Tackett: Electric guitar Victor Feldman: Brake drum, bell plate, snare a hole in the sky Joe Romano: Trombone I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six and a Black Crow snuck through 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 And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn and I beat me a billy from an old French horn to the top of the tree and I kicked that mule and I cut me a switch and I blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum from a long branch elbow I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin' Chorus Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six whittle you into kindlin' Well I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette and I tore out the buckets 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 Repeat Chorus Now I hold him prisoner that stapped on the back in a Washburn jail of my old kick mule I bang on the strings just strapped it on the back of my old kick mule to drive him crazy I strum it loud just to rattle his cage strum it loud just to rattle his cage Repeat Chorus