Tom Waits - Ghosts of saturday night

^Bb7A cab combs ^Eb9the snake, ^Bb7Tryin' to ra^Eb9ke in that last night's fare, ^Bb7And a solitary sailor Who spends the facts of ^Am7his life like small c^D7hange on strangers...

^Bb7Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a^Eb9 welcome twenty-five cents, ^Bb7And the last bent butt from a packa^Eb9ge of Kents, ^Bb7As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes And marmalade thi^Am7ghs with scrambled yel^D7low hair.

^Bb7Her rhinestone-studded moniker says^Eb9, "Irene" ^Bb7As she wipes the wisps of dishwater^Eb9 blonde fr^Bb7om her eyes Am7 D7

^Bb7And the Texaco beacon b^Eb9urns on, ^Bb7The steel-belted attend^Eb9ant with a 'Ring and Valve Sp^Bb7ecial'... Cryin' "Fill'er up and ^Am7check that oil" "You know it could be a distributor and it co^D7uld be a coil."

^Bb7The early mornin' final edition's on ^Eb9the stands, ^Bb7And that town cryer's cryin' there with ^Eb9nickels in his hands. ^Bb7Pigs in a blanket sixty^Am7-nine ^D7cents, ^Bb7Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of^Eb9 Kents, ^Bb7Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink '^Eb9em damn^Bb7 straight, ^Am7Hash browns, hash browns, you k^D7now I can't be late.

^Bb7And the early dawn cracks out a carpe^Eb9t of diamond ^Bb7Across a cash crop car lot filled wit^Eb9h twilight Coupe Devilles, Leaving the town i^Am7n a-keeping Of the one who is sweepi^D7ng Bb7 Eb9 Outro Up the ghost of Saturday night...