16 Shells From A 30.06 Lyrics - Tom Waits

I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six 

and a Black Crow snuck through 

a hole in the sky 

so I spent all my buttons on an 

old pack mule 

and I made me a ladder from 

a pawn shop marimba 

and I leaned it up against 

a dandelion tree 

And I filled me a sachel 

full of old pig corn 

and I beat me a billy 

from an old French horn 

and I 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 

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I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin' 

Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six 

whittle you into kindlin' 

Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six 

Well I slept in the holler 

of a dry creek bed 

and I tore out the buckets 

from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette 

Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three 

you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree 

with the strings of a Washburn 

stretched like a clothes line 

you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole 

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin' 

Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six 

whittle you into kindlin' 

Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six 

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Now I hold him prisoner 

in a Washburn jail 

that stapped on the back 

of my old kick mule 

strapped it on the back of my old kick mule 

I bang on the strings just 

to drive him crazy 

I 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-ought-six 

whittle you into kindlin' 

Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six