Tom-Waits-Land

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Well you hate those diesels rollin'

And those Friday nights out bowlin'

When he's off for a twelve hour lay over night

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You wish you had a dollar

For every time he hollered

That he's leavin'

And he's never comin' back

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But the curtain-laced billow

And his hands on your pillow

And his trousers are hangin' on the chair

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You're lyin' through your pain, babe

But you're gonna tell him he's your man

And you ain't got the courage to leave

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He tells you that you're on his mind

You're the only one he's ever gonna find

It's kind-a special, understands his complicated soul...

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But the only place a man can breathe

And collect his thoughts is

Midnight and flyin' away on the road.

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But you've packed and unpacked

So many times you've lost track

And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls

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But when you hear his engines

You're lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know

You're always gonna be there when he calls'

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Cause he's a truck drivin' man

Stoppin' when he can

He's a truck drivin' man

Stoppin' when he can

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Semi Suite - The Heart of Saturday Night (1974)