Over The Rhine - Don't wait for Tom

He's got the hands of a blind piano player.
He's got a feel for the dark like a soothsayer.
He takes a little bow and tips his fedora,
Shouts like he's gonna save Sodom and Gomorrah.

Workin' for the circus ex railroad bum
Carnival barker for kingdom dot come
Dusty ol' Gibson opposable thumb
Bangs out the rhythm on a fifty gallon drum

Don't wait for Tom.
Tom's long gone.
He's already moved on.
Don't wait for Tom.
I saw an ol' '55 Buick,
Just before dawn.
I said: Hey, hey Tom
The sun's comin' up,
You got your wipers on!

Are you tryin'a make it rain again?
Are you tryin'a make it rain again?
Is it rainin' just around your bend?
Are you tryin'a make it rain again?

Sittin' in the corner with his pet muskrat,
Tossin' his cards into an old man's hat,
He grins at the girls and they always grin back,
He bets an old waltz he could get 'em in the sack.

He makes his own music from the bell of a bone,
A waitress' falsie and a railroad phone.
Bobs on his knees to an old tarantella,
South of the border he stole it from a fella.

Don't wait for Tom.
Tom's long gone.
He's already moved on.
Don't wait for Tom.
I saw an ol' '55 Buick,
Just before dawn.
I said: Hey, hey Tom
The sun's comin' up
You got your wipers on!

Are you tryin'a make it rain again?
Are you tryin'a make it rain again?
Is it rainin' just around your bend?
Are you tryin'a make it rain again?


His triple-jointed juke fingers splay like a scarecrow
He kneels down and whistles to a fallen sparrow
His eyes light up when they wheel in a piano
He reads a dirty joke out of an old Baptist hymnal

He wears a tuxedo made of sackcloth and ashes
Has a tattoo of a girl who can bat her eyelashes
Down on the river he was fishin' with a sword
He knocked off John the Baptist for a word from the Lord

He takes his coffee with the blood of a turnip
Blushes his cheeks with an Amsterdam tulip
Choppin' up a rooster for a pullet surprise
If the gravy don't getcha he'll getcha with his eyes

Don't wait.
Hey, Tom.