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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...WALKING SPANISH... by Tom Waits ---------------------.............
*from 'Rain Dogs' (1985)*
*CAPO 2nd FRET*
(Original Key: F#m)
Verse 1:
(n.C) EmA7 He's got himself a homemade special, EmA7EmA7 You know his glass is full of sand. EmA7EmA7 And it feels just like a jaybird, EmA7B7 The way it fits into his hand. EmA7 He rolled a blade up in his trick towel, EmA7EmA7 They slap their hands against the wall. EmA7EmA7 You never trip, you never stumble; B7A7EmA7Em He's walking Spanish, down the hall.
Verse 2:
A7EmA7 Slip him a picture of our Jesus, EmA7EmA7 Or give him a spoon to dig a hole. EmA7EmA7 What all he done, ain't no one's business, EmA7B7 But he'll need blankets for the cold. EmA7 They dim the lights over on Broadway, EmA7EmA7 Even the king has bowed his head. EmA7EmA7 And every face looks right up at Mason; B7A7EmB7 Man, he's walking Spanish down the hall.
Verse 3:
(n.C) EmA7 Litella's screeching for a blind pig, EmA7EmA7 Punk Sanders carved it out of wood. EmA7EmA7 He never sang when he got hoodwinked, EmA7B7 They tried it all, but he never would. EmA7 Tomorrow morning, there'll be laundry, EmA7EmA7 But he'll be somewhere else, to hear the call, EmA7EmA7 Don't say good-bye; he's just leaving early, B7A7EmA7Em He's walking Spanish down the hall.
Solo:
EmA7 (x6), B7 EmA7 (x5), B7A7, EmB7
Verse 4:
(n.C) EmA7 All St. Bartholemew said, was whispered, EmA7EmA7 Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes. EmA7EmA7 All Baker told the ma-chine, EmA7B7 Was that he never broke the law. EmA7 Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate, EmA7EmA7 Take off your watch, your rings and all. EmA7EmA7 Even Jesus wanted just a little more time, B7A7Em When he was walking Spanish down the hall.
Outro:
EmA7Em
(Repeat to Fade)
CHORD DIAGRAMS: ---------------
EmA7B7
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE 022000 x02223 x21202
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 ([email protected])