Tom Waits - I＇ll Be Gone

　　(Franks Wild Years)

　　Tonight I＇ll shave the mountain

　　I＇ll cut the hearts from pharoahs

　　I pull the road off of the rise

　　Tear the memories from my eyes

　　And in the morning I＇ll be gone

　　I drink 1000 shipwrecks

　　Tonight I＇ll steal your paychecks

　　I paint the sheets across my bed

　　The birds will all fly from my head

　　And in the morning I＇ll be gone

　　Take every dream that＇s breathing

　　Find every boot that＇s leaving

　　Shoot all the lights in the cafe

　　And in the morning I＇ll be gone

　　I bet 1000 dollars

　　I have a french companion

　　I tie myself below the deck

　　I pull the rope around my neck

　　And in the morning I＇ll be gone

　　It takes a life to win her

　　There is a drum of bourbon

　　800 pounds of nitro

　　His boots are thunder as he plays

　　Theree is a stone inside it

　　Tonight his bones will ride it

　　I＇ll need a tent to hide it

　　And in the morning I＇ll be gone

　　And in the morning I＇ll be gone

　　And in the morning I＇ll be gone

　　And in the morning I＇ll be gone

　　And in the morning I＇ll be gone

　　And in the morning I＇ll be gone