Bone Chain - Tom Waits

She drove a big old Lincoln

With suicide doors

And a sewing machine in the back

And a light bulb that looked like

An alligator egg

Was mounted up front on the hood

And she had an Easter bonnet that had been signed

By Tennessee Ernie Ford

And she always had saw dust in her hair

And she cut two holes in the back of her dress

And she had these scapular wings

That were covered with feathers and electrical tape

And when she got good and drunk

She would sing about Elkheart, Indiana

Where the wind is strong

And folks mind their own business

And she had at least a hundred old baseballs

That she’d taken from kids

And she collected bones of all kinds

And she lived in a trailer under a bridge

And she made her own whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids

And she’d been struck by lightning seven or eight times

And she hated the mention of rain

And she made up her own language

And she wore rubber boots

And she could fix anything with string

And her lips were like cherries

And she was stronger than any man

And she smelled like gasoline and root beer fizz

And she put mud on a bee sting

I got at the creek

And she gave me

My very first kiss

And she gave me

My very first kiss

Talking 'bout my little Kathleen

She’s just a fine young thing

Someday she’ll wear my ring

My little Kathleen