Tom Waits - Just The Right Bullets |
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Just The Right Bullets
Tom Waits There is a light in the forest I'll pull you out of the There is a face in the tree And the first one's always free With just a flintlock and a hound You can never go hunting You won't go home with a bunting If you blow a hundred rounds It takes much more than wild courage Or you'll hit just the tattered clouds You must have just the right bullets And the first one's always free You must be careful in the forest Broken glass and rusty nails If you're to bring back something for us I have bullets for sale Why be a fool when you can chase away Your blind and your gloom And they shine just like a spoon I have blessed each one of these bullets They'll be your private little fishes To have sixty silver wishes And they'll never swim away Is a small price to pay I'll fix your wagon and your musket I just want you to be happy And the spoon will have his dish That's my only wish Poor empty hunter's pouch So I'll keep the wind from your barrel And I shudder at the thought of your And bless the roof of your house - |
