Small Change (Got Rained On With His Own .38) chords and lyrics - TOM WAITS

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Small [Dm]change got rained on with his own [Bm]thirty- eight

[Verse 1]
[Am]
And [Dm]nobody flinched
[Am]down by [Bm]the arcade
[Am]And the mar[F]quees weren't weep
[Dm]ing, they went stark- raving mad
[Bm]And the cabb[Dm]ies were the only ones that
[Am]really had it [Dm]made
And his cold trousers were twisted,
and the sirens high and shrill
And crumpled in his fist was a five-
dollar bill
And the naked mannequins
with their Cheshire grins
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said buddy, come on in,
'cause
'Cause the [Gm]dreams ain't [Dm]broken down here now,
they're walking with a limp
Now that small change got [Bm]rained on
with his own thirty- eight
[E]And

[Verse 2]
[Am]nobody [Bm]flinched down by
[Dm]the arcade[E]
[Dm]And the burglar alarm's been
discon[E]nected
And the newsmen [Dm]start to [Am]rattle
[Dm]And the cops are telling jokes [C]about some
[Dm]whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the fifth
amendment
And the furniture is bargains
galore
But the blood is by the jukebox
[Am]on an old linoleum [Dm]floor
[C]And wha[Dm]t a hot rain on forty-
second street
And now the umbrellas
ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains
[C]on his [Dm]pants, 'cause
'Cause small change got rained on
[F]with his own [Dm]thirty- eight

[Verse 3]
And no one's gone over to close
his eyes
And there's a racing
form in his pocket
Circled blue boots in the third
And the cashier at the clothing store
didn't say a word
As the siren tears the night in half,
and [C]someone lost his wal[E]let
Well, a surveil[Dm]lance of assailance, it that's what
you [C]want to call [Dm]it
And the whores hike up their [F]skirts and [Dm]fish for drug-
store prophy[Eb]lactics
[Gm]With their mouths [Dm]cut just like razor
[C]blades and their eyes [Dm]are like stilettos
And her radiator's steaming
[C]and her teeth are in a w[Dm]reck, and nah
She won't let you kiss her, but what the
hell do [Bm]you expect?
[Dm]And the gypsies are tragic and
if you want to buy perfume
[F]Well, they'll bark you down like [Dm]carneys, sell you
christmas cards in [Bm]June, but
[Am]But small [Dm]change got [Am]rained on
with his [Bm]own thirty- eight
[Am]And his head

[Verse 4]
[Dm]stone's a
gumball machine
[C]No more chewing gum or base[Dm]ball cards
or overcoats or [Eb]dreams
[Dm]Someone's hosing [Am]down the sidewalk,
[Dm]and he's only [Eb]in his [Dm]teens, 'cause
'Cause small change got rained

[Verse 5]
on with his own thirty- eight
And a fistful [C]of dollars [Dm]can't change that
And someone copped his watch fob,
and someone got his [F]ring
[Dm]And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson
hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the
nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until [Am]this whole [Dm]thing cools off,
'cause
'Cause small change got rained
on with his own thirty- eight, yeah
Small change got [F]rained on [Dm]with his
[F]own [Dm]thirty- eight

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