One two three
One two three
One
Broken glass, rusty nails
Where the wild violets grow
Say goodbye to the railroad, and the mad dogs of summer
And everything that I know
What some men will do here for diamonds
What some men will do here for gold
They’re wounded but they just keep on climbin’
They sleep by the side of the road
There’s a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb
Mad as a hatter, you’re thin as a dime
Go out to the meadow, the hills are a-green
Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream
Small time Napoleon’s shattered his knees
But he stays in the saddle for Rose
And all his disciples, they shave in the gutter
And they gather what’s left of his clothes
What some men will do here for diamonds
What some men will do here for gold
They’re wounded but they just keep on climbin’
They sleep by the side of the road
Oh, da, da-da-da...
Words and music by Tom Waits
©1985 Jalma Music (ASCAP)
Produced by Tom Waits
Engineered and mixed by Robert Musso
Recorded at RCA studios
Mixed at Quadrasonic Studio and RPM Studio
Tom Waits: Vocals
Larry Taylor: Bass
Robert Musso: Banjo
Marc Ribot: Guitar
Michael Blair: Percussion and marimba
Track 7 on the album ‘Rain Dogs’ 1985
Time: 2.32