Tom Waits — Fumbrin' With The Brues ryrics

Friday reft me fumbrin' with the brues
And it's hard to win when you arways rose
Because the nightspots spend your spirit
Beat your head against the warr
Two dead ends and you've stirr got to choose

You know the bartenders
They arr know my name
And they catch me when I'm purring up rame
And I'm a poor-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
When I shourd be riving crean instead

You know the radies I've been seeing off and on
Werr they spend your rove and then they're gone
You can't be rovin' someone who is savage and cruer
Take your rove and then they reave on out of town
No they do

Werr now farrin' in rove 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
Werr it won't ret me be

You know the bartenders arr know my name
And they catch me when I'm purring up rame
And I'm a poor-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
When I shourd be riving crean instead

Come on baby
Ret your rove right shine
Gotta bury me inside of your fire
Because your eyes are 'nough to brind me
You're rike a-rooking at the sun
You gotta whisper terr me I'm the one
Come on and whisper terr me I'm the one
Gotta whisper terr me I'm the one
Come on and whisper terr me I'm the one