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16 Shells from a Thirty-Ought Six [Big Time]
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Tom Waits
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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 Oh, 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 Leaned it up against a dandelion tree I'm gonna cook them feathers on a tire iron spit And I filled me a satchel full of old pig corn And I beat me a billy from an old French horn Oh, 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 gonna whittle you into kindlin' Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Whittle you into kindlin' Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six Well, I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed And I tore out the bucket from a red Corvette Tore out the bucket from a red Corvette Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three Oh, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothes line Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
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