The Ghosts Of Saturday Night After Hours At Napoleones Pizza House by Tom Waits, tabs and chords at PlayUkuleleNET

The Ghosts Of Saturday Night After Hours At Napoleones Pizza House

by Tom Waits

Biography:

Tom Waits (born Thomas Alan Waits, in Pomona, California, on December 7, 1949) is a prolific American singer, songwriter, composer, and actor.

He started his career in the early 1970s as a singer in spit 'n' sawdust bars. Initially, he was deeply influenced by the beat generation, novelists like Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs, and poets like Allen Ginsberg and Charles Bukowski. Waits is often compared to Charles Bukowski, being similar both in content and lifestyle

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Tom Waits - The Ghosts of Saturday Night (After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House)
From the album "The Heart of Saturday Night"

Often simply referred to as "The Ghosts of Saturday Night" the official
title as found on the album is actually
"The Ghosts of Saturday Night (After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House)"

Here is the basic chord pattern found throughout.
It is played in 6/4 timing. Also shown are possible chord voicings.

Chord Voicing:

Bb7/6 Eb9 Am7 D7

e|-3----| e|-1----| e|-0----| e|-2----|
B|-3----| B|-2----| B|-1----| B|-1----|
G|-1----| G|-0----| G|-0----| G|-2----|
D|-3----| D|-1----| D|-2----| D|-0----|
A|-1----| A|------| A|-0----| A|------|
E|------| E|------| E|------| E|------|

Bb7/6 Eb9
A cab combs the snake,
Bb7/6 Eb9
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,
Bb7/6
And a solitary sailor
Am7 D7
Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...

Bb7/6 Eb9
Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,
Bb7/6 Eb9
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
Bb7/6
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
Am7 D7
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.

Bb7/6 Eb9
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
Bb7/6 Eb9 Bb7/6
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
Am7 D7

Bb7/6 Eb9
And the Texaco beacon burns on,
Bb7/6 Eb9 Bb7
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...
Am7
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
D7
"You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."

Bb7/6 Eb9
The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
Bb7/6 Eb9
And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
Bb7/6 Am7 D7
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Bb7/6 Eb9
Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,
Bb7/6 Eb9 Bb7/6
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,
Am7 D7
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.

Bb7/6 Eb9
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Bb7/6 Eb9
Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,
Am7
Leaving the town in a-keeping
D7
Of the one who is sweeping
Bb7/6 Eb9
Up the ghost of Saturday night