Tom Waits - 'Walk Away'

"Walk Away" by Tom Waits from the album 'Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards'

Lyrics

Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain
with a little drop of poison in a red red blood
she needs a way to turn around the bend
she said I wanna walk away and start all over again

there are things I've done I can't erase
I wanna look in the mirror and see another face
I said never but I'm doin' it again
I wanna walk away and start over again

no more rain no more roses
on my way
slake my thirst in a cool cool pond

there's a widower in every place
there's a heart that's beatin' in every page
the beginning of it starts at the end
well it's time to walk away and start over again

weather's murder at a hundred and three
William Ray shot Cora Belle Lee
a yellow dog knows when he has sinned
you wanna walk away and start over again

no more rain no more roses
on my way
slake my thirst in a cool cool pond

Cooper told Molly the whole block's gone
they're dyin' for jewelry money and clothes
I always get out of the trouble I'm in
I wanna walk away and start over again

I left my bible by the side of the road
carved my initials in an old dead tree
I'm goin' away but I'm gonna be back when
it's time to walk away and start all over again

oh oh yeah
yeah
it's time to walk away
you gotta walk away
gotta walk away
just wanna walk away yeah
I wanna walk away and start over again
I wanna walk away
wanna walk away

#tomwaits #orphans

[mauditanglais]

My favorite from Tom, along with the other 500 or so.

[alberts]

Probably the most slept on song I’ve ever heard

[Stevewatson]

He’s easily the coolest cat to ever do it.

[mikalunknown]

"I always get out of the trouble I'm in ...🎶"

[jarrodstines]

Her name was Jen, but we all called her Sistifer...she was a counselor for a kind of local health official called Comtrea in a town called Festus here in Missouri., .by the time I got with Sistifer I had been in and out of mental wards with drug psychosis, (too much paote and mushrooms in 97), and I took to introducing her as my handler...where as the algebraic diagnostic community had labeled me a manic depressive, Sistifer assured me I was just being a wuss... any who Sistifer loved Tom more than anyone I've ever met, and one of my favorite memories of sis is when she would drink in the evening, eventually reaching a state she referred to as "old timey pistol drunk", at which time she would insist we leave her tiny St.Louis apartment and go sing a Tom Waits song at the corner bar's open mic, Acapella...Tom's music acts as kindofa ouija board tapestry connecting me in sacred memory to sweet Sistifer and the sound of her singing the music she loved so much...

[sharir.]

Powerful monkey. You will walk, not me....monkey. God's not away on business, you are Tom! Still gonna walk. How's your trumpet playing? Number seven. You're numbers coming up. I want to walk away also.

[dom]

When I first hard this I thought it was sung by an old black blues singer with a real gruff voice, but no.

[blackfootindian]

Andy if you're listening to this right now I just want you to know that it's me Steamed_hxams