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Artist:tom waits
Songs Title:just the right bullets
There is a light in the forest
There is a face in the tree
Ill pull you out of the chorus
And the first ones always free
You can never go hunting
With just a flintlock and a hound
You wont go home with a bunting
If you blow a hundred rounds
It takes much more than wild courage
Or youll hit just the tattered clouds
You must have just the right bullets
And the first ones always free
You must be careful in the forest
Broken glass and rusty nails
If youre to bring back something for us
I have bullets for sale
Why be a fool when you can chase away
Your blind and your gloom
I have blessed each one of these bullets
And they shine just like a spoon
To have sixty silver wishes
Is a small price to pay
Theyll be your private little fishes
And theyll never swim away
I just want you to be happy
Thats my only wish
Ill fix your wagon and your musket
And the spoon will have his dish
And I shudder at the thought of your
Poor empty hunters pouch
So Ill keep the wind from your barrel
And bless the roof of your house
Songs Title:just the right bullets
There is a light in the forest
There is a face in the tree
Ill pull you out of the chorus
And the first ones always free
You can never go hunting
With just a flintlock and a hound
You wont go home with a bunting
If you blow a hundred rounds
It takes much more than wild courage
Or youll hit just the tattered clouds
You must have just the right bullets
And the first ones always free
You must be careful in the forest
Broken glass and rusty nails
If youre to bring back something for us
I have bullets for sale
Why be a fool when you can chase away
Your blind and your gloom
I have blessed each one of these bullets
And they shine just like a spoon
To have sixty silver wishes
Is a small price to pay
Theyll be your private little fishes
And theyll never swim away
I just want you to be happy
Thats my only wish
Ill fix your wagon and your musket
And the spoon will have his dish
And I shudder at the thought of your
Poor empty hunters pouch
So Ill keep the wind from your barrel
And bless the roof of your house