Thomas Alan Waits je americký písničkář, šansoniér, autor písní a herec. O jeho hlase jeden americký kritik napsal: „ Jako kdyby byl naložený v sudu s bourbonem, potom pár měsíců visel v udírně a nakonec přes něj přejelo auto. “ Gery Graff. Na...
Píseň: All Stripped Down
- Interpret:
- Tom Waits
- Album:
- Bone Machine
Well the stairs sound so lonely without you And I ain't maid my bed in a week Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing And I'm too choked up inside to speak And Yes, I know our differences pulled us apart Never spoke a word heart to heart And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home And I'm glad that you're gone Got the feeling so strong And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home Well my guitar still plays your favorite song though the strings have been outta tune for some time Every time I strum a cord, I pray out to the lord That you'll quit your honkey-tonkin' sing my song And I'm glad that you're gone Got the feeling so strong And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home So I'll throw another log onto the fire And I'll admit I'm a lousy liar As the coals die down and flicker I hear that guitar picker Play the song we used to sing so long ago I'm glad that you're gone Got the feeling so strong And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home And I'm glad, damn glad you're gone Got the feeling so strong And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home
Bone Machine (1992)
4. All Stripped Down
