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: Big Black Mariah
Cuttin' through the cane break Ratting the sill Thunder that the rain makes When the shadow tops the hill Big light on the back street Hill to ever more, Packin' down the ladder With hammer to the floor Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Ford. Well he's all boxed up On a red bell dame Hunted Black Johnny with A blind man's cane A yellow bullet with a Rag out in the wind An old blind tiger Get an old bell Jim Here comes the Big Black Mariah, Here comes the Big Black Mariah, Here comes the Big Black Mariah, Here comes the Big Black Ford. Sent to the skies on a Benny Jag Blue Off to bed without his supper Like the Linda brides do Now he's got to do the story With the old widow Jones... He's got a wooden coat this boy Is never coming home Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Mariah Here comes the Big Black Ford. Cut through the Cane break...
