'Time', from the CD 'Rain Dogs' ------------------------------------------------------------------------- INTRO |D A7 | VERSE |D |D |G A7 |D | |D A7 |D |G |A7 | CHORUS |D A7 |D |G D |A7 | |D F#m |G Em |D A7 |D | ------------------------------------------------------------------------- VERSE:

^DThe smart money's on Harlem ^DAnd the moon is in the street The ^Gshadow boys are ^A7breaking all the ^Dlaws And you're ^Deast of East Saint ^A7Louis And the ^Dwind is making speeches And the ^Grain sounds like a round of ^A7applause

^DNapoleon is weeping ^DIn the carnival saloon His inv^Gisible fi^A7ance's in the m^Dirror And the ^Dband is going ^A7home It's raining ^Dhammers, it's raining nails It's ^Gtrue there's nothing left for him d^A7own here

CHORUS:

And it's ^Dtime, ^A7time, ^Dtime And it's ^Gtime, ^Dtime, ^A7time And it's ^Dtime, ^F#mtime, ^Gtime, that you ^Emlove And it's ^Dtime, ^A7time, ^Dtime

VERSE 2:

^DAnd they all pretend they're orphans ^DAnd their memory's like a train You can ^Gsee it getting ^A7smaller as it pulls a^Dway And the ^Dthings you can't re^A7member Tell the ^Dthings you can't forget That ^Ghistory puts a saint in every ^A7dream

^DWell she said she'd stick around ^DUntil the bandages came off But these ^Gmama's boys just ^A7don't know when to ^Dquit And Mat^Dilda asks the sail^A7ors Are those ^Ddreams or are those prayers' So cl^Gose your eys, son and this ^A7won't hurt a bit

CHORUS... VERSE 3:

^DWell things are pretty lousy ^DFor a calendar girl The ^Gboys just dive right ^A7off the cars and i^Dnto the street And ^Dwhen they're on a ^A7roll She pulls a ^Drazor from her boot And a ^Gthousand pigeons fall around her ^A7feet

^DSo put a candle in the window ^DAnd a kiss upon his lips As the ^Gdish outside the ^A7window fills with ^Drain ^DJust like a stran^A7ger With the ^Dweeds in your heart And ^Gpay the fiddler off 'till I come ^A7back again

CHORUS x2

Tom Waits - Time