Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, it’s just god when he’s drunk.
TOM WAITSDon’t you know there ain’t no devil, it’s just god when he’s drunk.
TOM WAITSI sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch.
TOM WAITSI never told the truth so i can never tell a lie.
TOM WAITSThe earth is not my home, I’m just passing by.
TOM WAITSYou have to keep busy. After all, no dog’s ever pissed on a moving car.
TOM WAITSThere’s always free cheddar in the mousetrap, baby.
TOM WAITSI like my music with the rinds and the seeds and pulp left in.
TOM WAITSNever trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you’re dead.
TOM WAITSChildren make up the best songs, anyway. Better than grown-ups. Kids are always working on songs and throwing them away, like little origami things or paper airplanes. They don’t care if they lose it; they’ll just make another one.
TOM WAITSI did my time in the jail of your arms.
TOM WAITSDon’t plant your days they turn into weeds.
TOM WAITSDon’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me – choke those little bad days. Choke ’em down to nothing.
TOM WAITSI’m just trying to make a buck like everyone else.
TOM WAITSThe dog won’t bite if you beat Him with a bone.
TOM WAITSIt’s rather mystifying when you think about writing songs – where they come from, and how they’re born.
TOM WAITSI think all songs should have weather in them. Names of towns and streets, and they should have a couple of sailors. I think those are just song prerequisites.
TOM WAITS