Fumblin' With The Blues Lyrics - The Heart Of Saturday Night - Tom Waits

Friday left me fumblin' with the blues 

And it's hard to win when you always lose 

Because the nightspots spend your spirit 

Beat your head against the wall 

Two dead ends and you've still got to choose 

You know the bartenders, they all know my name 

And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame 

And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head 

When I should be living clean instead 

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You know, the ladies I've been seeing off and on 

Well they spend your love and then they're gone 

You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel 

Take your love and then they leave on out of town, no they do 

Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze 

But its standin' up that's so hard for me 

I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death I'd break your back 

You know your perfume, well it won't let me be 

You know the bartenders, all know my name 

And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame 

And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head 

When I should be living clean instead 

Come on baby, let your love light shine 

Gotta bury me inside of your fire 

Because your eyes are 'nough to blind me 

You're like looking at the sun 

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You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one 

Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one 

Gotta whisper tell me I'm the one 

Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one