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  • (originally by Tom Waits)
    Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
    And the black crow flew through
    A hole in the sky
    And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
    And I made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimba
    And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
    Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
    Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
    Well I cooked them feathers on the iron spit
    And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn
    And I beat me a
    Billy from an old french horn
    And kicked that mule to the top of the tree
    Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
    Blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum
    And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow
    I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
    Whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
    Well I slept in the hotter of a dry creek bed
    And I tore out the buckets from a red corvette
    Tore out the buckets from a red corvette
    Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
    You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
    With the strings of a washburn
    Stretched like a clothesline
    You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
    Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
    I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells ftom a thirty-aught-six
    Whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
    Now I hold him prisoner in a washburn jail
    And I strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
    Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
    Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
    And I strum it toud 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
    I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
    Whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
  • (originally by Tom Waits)
    Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
    And the black crow flew through
    A hole in the sky
    And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
    And I made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimba
    And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
    Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
    Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
    Well I cooked them feathers on the iron spit
    And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn
    And I beat me a
    Billy from an old french horn
    And kicked that mule to the top of the tree
    Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
    Blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum
    And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow
    I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
    Whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
    Well I slept in the hotter of a dry creek bed
    And I tore out the buckets from a red corvette
    Tore out the buckets from a red corvette
    Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
    You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
    With the strings of a washburn
    Stretched like a clothesline
    You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
    Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
    I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells ftom a thirty-aught-six
    Whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
    Now I hold him prisoner in a washburn jail
    And I strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
    Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
    Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
    And I strum it toud 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
    I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
    Whittle you into kindlin'
    Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six