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Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2002 
From: Gene McKenna 
Subject: CRD: Tom Waits, Time 

Tom Waits
From the Rain Dogs album
Island Records
Written and Produced by Tom Waits
common time, key of D

         G   A
        (Intro chords)

              D
     Well the smart money's on Harlow

     And the moon is in the street
         G               A               D
     The shadow boys are breaking all the laws
                G                A
     And you're east of East St. Louis
             D
     And the wind is making speeches
             G                  D          A
     And the rain sounds like a round of applause
     
       D
     Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon
           G         A               D
     His invisible fiancee is in the mirror
         G             A
     The band is going home
                  D
     It's raining hammers, it's raining nails
               G                                  A
     Yes, it's true, there's nothing left for him down here
     
              D          A          D
     And it's Time,      Time,      Time
              G          Em9        F#m      A7
     And it's Time,      Time,      Time
              D          F#m        G                 Em7
     And it's Time,      Time,      Time     That you love

              D          A          D
     And it's Time,      Time,      Time
     
     And they all pretend they're orphans
     And their memory's like a train
     You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
     And the things you can't remember
     Tell the things you can't forget 
     That history puts a saint in every dream
     
     Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off 
     But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit
     And Mathilda asks the sailors 
     Are those dreams or are those prayers?
     So close your eyes son and this won't hurt a bit
     
     Chorus
     
     Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
     The boys just dive right off the cars
     And splash into the street
     And when she's on a roll 
     She pulls a razor from her boot
     And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
     
     So put a candle in the window
     And a kiss upon his lips
     As the dish outside the window fills with rain
     Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
     And pay the fiddler off till I come back again
     
     Chorus