Tom Waits - Big black Mariah

Well cutting through the cane break, rattling the till Thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops the hill Big light on the back street, hill to ever more Backing down the ladder with the hammer to the floor Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the Big Black Mariah Here come the Big Black Mariah, I seen the big black Ford Well he's all boxed up on a red bell day Hunted Black Charlie on a blind man's cane A yellow bullet with a rag out in the wind An old blind tiger, got an old bell Jewel Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the Big Black Mariah Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the big black Ford Sent to the skies on a Benny Jag Blue Off to bed without his supper like a Linda brides do He got through the story with the old widow Jones God that wooden country boy's never coming home Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the Big Black Mariah Here come the Big Black Mariah, I seen that big black Ford Cut through the canebrake, oh yeah Well he's all boxed up on a red bell day Flat Blue Charlie on a blind man's cane A hundred yellow bullets shook a rag out in the wind An old blind tiger, on a pair of new wings. Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the Big Black Mariah Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the big black Ford