i ain t never coming back no more
Clap hands clap hands clap hands, a cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
all the way to baltimore
salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole
clap hands clap hands clap hands
I ain t coming back no more, it s roar it s the thunder and the roar
I ain t never coming back no more, now it s roar it s the thunder and the roar
i ain t coming back no more
A cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame, i can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Tom, clap hands clap hands clap hands
a bird on the pole
A cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame, all the way to baltimore Clap, i can always find a millionaire
clap hands well clap hands
I ain t coming back no more, now it s roar it s the thunder and the roar, clap hands clap hands clap hands
i can always find a millionaire
I got a moon in the window, it s the thunder and the roar
to shovel all the coal
it s roar it s the thunder and the roar
i can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
And running out of time, all the way to baltimore
clap hands clap hands clap hands
I ain t coming back no more, i can always find a millionaire
sane sane they re all insane fireman s blind the conductor s lame
and the monkey chewed tobacco on a streetcar line
baby well clap hands
This is instantly my fave song. Such a constant primitive beat with a touch of rocknroll. He found his style with this music unlike the jazzy piano songs before this.
'You can always find a millionaire to shovel a load of coal'. Genius. It seems to be a reference to war when the social classes were reversed - mainly it was working class people that did the proper fighting while millionaires were giving menial jobs.
I can't believe no one put lyrics here. Great song!
Sane, sane, they're all insane
The fireman's blind, the conductor's lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands. Clap hands
Clap hands. Clap hands
Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window, a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands. Clap hands
Clap hands. Clap hands
Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty dollar bill inside of Palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window, a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands. Clap hands
Clap hands. Clap hands
Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to Heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands. Clap hands
Clap hands. Clap hands
this is 'Rain Dogs' - probably the best album ever - on a song for song basis - compares through time with any Beatles/Stones album - top of my album list