Letras:
Tom Waits Hang Me In The Bottle

well you can hang me in a bottle like a cat let the crows pick me clean but for my hat where the wailing of a baby meets the footsteps of the dead we'

me a bottle I'm 'bout to pop the top on it like a slab or a model Turn it upside down then po' it out for my lil' bro Then pass me another one so I can

Do a jump on the start Hang on St. Christopher Now don't let me go Get me to Reno And bring it in low, low Hang On St. Christopher With the

You can hang me in a bottle like a cat Let the crows pick me clean But for my hat Where the wailing of a baby Meets the footsteps of the dead We're all

the grapevine Do a jump on the start Hang on St. Christopher Now don't let me go Get me to Reno And bring it in low, low Hang On St. Christopher With

(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) You can hang me in a bottle like a cat Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat Where the wailing of a baby Meets the

grapevine Do a jump on the start Hang on St. Christopher Now don't let me go Get me to Reno And bring it in low, low Hang On St. Christopher With the

(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) You can hang me in a bottle like a cat Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat Where the wailing of a baby Meets the