Small Change Chords by Tom Waits

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_ _ [D] Small change got rained on with his own 38.
_ Nobody flinched down by the arcade.
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And [Ab] the marquees weren't weeping, they went stork-raving mad.
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And the cabbies were the only ones [Ab] that really had it [Gb] made.
His [F] cold trousers were [Gb] twisted and the sirens high and shrill.
[F] [G] Crumpled in his fist was a five dollar bill.
And the [F] naked mannequins with that Cheshire grins and the raconteurs and roustabouts [Ebm] said
buddy come [Fm] on in, cause the dreams ain't broken down here, nah, they're walking with a limp.
Now that small change got rained on with his own 38.
And nobody [G] flinched down by the arcade.
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected and the newsmen [Cm] start to rattle.
[Fm] And the [Gb] cops are telling [Fm] jokes [Gm] about some whorehouse in [F] Seattle. _
And the fire hydrants [Eb] plead the fifth amendment [F] and the furniture's bargains galore.
But the blood is by the jukebox on an [Gm] old linoleum [Ebm] floor.
And what a hot rain on 42nd street.
[Fm] And all the umbrellas ain't got a chance.
[Bb] And the newsboy's [F] a lunatic with stains on his pants.
Cause the small [N] change got rained on with his own [F] 38.
_ [Gb] No one's gone [Cm] over to close his eyes.
And there's a racing form in [Fm] his pocket, [C] circled blue bullets in the thighs.
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say why.
And the [G] siren tells the night in half that someone lost his wallet.
Well, [Db] it's surveillance over salience if that's what you want to call it.
The [Ab] whores hike up their skirts and fish for drugstore [Gb] prophylactics.
[Fm] But their mouths cut just like razor blades and their [N] eyes are like stilettos.
And a radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck.
Nah, she won't let you kiss her, but what the hell do you [Cm] expect?
And the gypsies are tragic, and if you want to buy [E] perfume,
[Ab] well, they'll bark you down like carnies sell you Christmas cards in June.
But small change got rained on with [D] his own 38.
[C] [G] And his headstone's a gumball machine.
[D] No [Fm] more chewing gum or baseball cards or [Gbm] overcoats or dreams.
[Gm] And some of the whores in Dallas [Cm] sidewalking is only in his teens.
Because small change got rained on with his own 38.
[Ab] And a fistful of [G] dollars can't change [Fm] that.
[Eb] And someone copped his watch, Bob.
And [Fm] someone got his ring.
And that newsboy got his pork pie stitching hat.
And the tobacco-loser's old man had the Nelson-Wiesen cough.
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off.
Because [C] small change got rained on with his own 38.
[D] Yeah, [Bb] [Bm] small change got rained on with his [Ab] own 38.
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