Tom Waits - Big Black Mariah

Well, cutting through the cane break, rattling the till
Thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops the hill
Big light on the backstreet, hill to evermore
Backing down the ladder with the hammer to the floor

Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
I seen the big black Ford

Well, he's all boxed up on a red bell day
Hunted Black Charlie on a blind man's cane
A yellow bullet with a rag out in the wind
An old blind tiger, got an old bell Jewel

Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the big black Ford

Sent to the skies on a Benny Jag Blue
Off to bed without his supper like a Linda brides do
He got through the story with the old widow Jones
God, that wooden country boy's never coming home

Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
I seen that big black Ford

Cut through the canebrake

Well, he's all boxed up on a red bell day
Flat Blue Charlie on a blind man's cane
A hundred yellow bullets shook a rag out in the wind
An old blind tiger, on a pair of new wings

Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the big black Ford