Small Change (Got Rained On With His Own .38) chords by Tom Waits

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Small change got rained on with his own thirty- eight

Verse 1
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And nobody flinched
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down by the arcade
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And the marquees weren't weep
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ing, they went stark- raving mad
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And the cabbies were the only ones that
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really had it 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
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'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now,
they're walking with a limp
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Now that small change got rained on
with his own thirty- eight
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And

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Verse 2
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nobody flinched down by
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the arcade
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And the burglar alarm's been
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disconnected
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And the newsmen start to rattle
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And the cops are telling jokes about some
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whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the fifth
amendment
And the furniture is bargains
galore
But the blood is by the jukebox
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on an old linoleum floor
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And what a hot rain on forty-
second street
And now the umbrellas
ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains
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on his pants, 'cause
'Cause small change got rained on
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with his own 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,
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and someone lost his wallet
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Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what
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you want to call it
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And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-
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store prophylactics
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With their mouths cut just like razor
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blades and their eyes are like stilettos
And her radiator's steaming
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and  her teeth are in a wreck, and nah
She won't let you kiss her, but what the
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hell do you expect?
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And the gypsies are tragic and
if you want to buy perfume
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Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you
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christmas cards in June, but
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But small change got rained on
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with his own thirty- eight
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And his head

Verse 4
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stone's a
gumball machine
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No more chewing gum or baseball cards
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or overcoats or dreams
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Someone's hosing down the sidewalk,
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and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'Cause small change got rained

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