Ghosts Of Saturday Night chords by Tom Waits

Each Bb7 is actually a Bb7/6, if you're a musician...you know what this means.

Bb7     Eb9
A cab combs the snake,
Bb7     Eb9
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,
Bb7
And a solitary sailor
            Am7         D7
Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...

Bb7                Eb9
Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,
Bb7                Eb9
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
Bb7
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
         Am7          D7
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.

Bb7                Eb9
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
Bb7                Eb9    Bb7
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
Am7 D7

Bb7          Eb9
And the Texaco beacon burns on,
Bb7          Eb9             Bb7
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...
            Am7
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
                       D7
"You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."

Bb7                 Eb9
The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
Bb7                   Eb9
And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
Bb7          Am7  D7
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Bb7                 Eb9
Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,
Bb7                 Eb9  Bb7
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,
Am7              D7
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.

Bb7                 Eb9
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Bb7                 Eb9
Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,
         Am7
Leaving the town in a-keeping
            D7
Of the one who is sweeping
      Bb7      Eb9  Outro