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Wet Trombone Blues

from OUT OF STATE PLATES by Bloodkin

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WET TROMBONE BLUES

when the rain comes down on your small town
and you're too tired to sleep
it's too late to ask any hanging judge
where the water's gonna get too deep
you can call up your circus friends and make some plans
try to find peace of mind in the desert sun
but the rain's been found to move around
anywhere your hat is hung

(chorus)
good luck I think you're gonna need it
when you're caught out in the storm
I ain't no detective don't come begging to me
when it rains on your trombone
your drummers they will shut up
and your majorettes will all run home
the lightning will lash and the rain will drop down
all over your trombone


you can push your parade through that howling desert
better keep one eye on the sky
when the clouds swell up with their big grey skulls
I don't know where you're gonna hide
and your strongman won't be no help at all
and your clowns their makeup will run
and your elephants will shiver, baby
and your pink ballerinas will wither
you'll wish you'd stayed in the cellar

(chorus)


everybody gets tired of waiting here
everybody tosses while they sleep
everybody screams or swims
when the water gets too deep
so you can stay or you can go
you'll find the same old stop sign on every street
and angels will laugh at you
when you trade your soul for meat

(chorus)

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from OUT OF STATE PLATES, released September 5, 1999

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