Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found

16 Shells From a Thirty-Ought-Six
Tom Waits Lyrics


Plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I made me a ladder from a pawnshop marimba
And I leaned up against a dandelion tree
Leaned up against a dandelion tree
Leaned up against a dandelion tree

I'm gonna cook them feathers on a tiny spit
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn
And I beat me a billy from an old French horn
And I kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Well, I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothesline
Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail
That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule
Strapped him on the back of my old kick mule
Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
Oh, I strum it loud to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Oh, I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Thomas A. Waits

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on specific lyrics, highlight them
Most interesting comments from YouTube:

The Hoff

I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And a black crow snuck through
A hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an
Old pack mule
And I made me a ladder from
A pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up against
A dandelion treeAnd I filled me a satchel
Full of old pig corn
And I beat me a billy
From an old French horn
And I kicked that mule
To the top of the tree
And I blew me a hole
'Bout the size of a kick drum
And I cut me a switch
From a long branch elbowI'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-sixWell I slept in the holler
Of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets
From a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette



greenxxghostie

I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
Oh, and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree

I'm gonna cook them feathers on a tire iron spit
And I filled me a satchel full of old pig corn
And I beat me a billy from an old French horn
Oh, and I kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
And I blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Well, I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the bucket from a red Corvette
Tore out the bucket from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Oh, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothes line
Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail
That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule
Strapped on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
Oh, I strum it loud to rattle his cage
I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Oh, I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six



Tasrog

Plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

And the Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky

So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule

And I made me a ladder from a pawnshop marimba

And I leaned up against a dandelion tree

Leaned up against a dandelion tree

Leaned up against a dandelion treeI'm gonna cook them feathers on a tiny spit

And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn

And I beat me a billy from an old French horn

And I kicked that mule to the top of the tree

Kicked that mule to the top of the tree

Blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum

And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbowI'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-sixWell, I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed

And I tore out the buckets from a red Corvette

Tore out the buckets from a red Corvette

Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three

Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree

With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothesline

Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

Me and that mule scrambled right through the holeI'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-sixNow I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail

That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule

Strapped him on the back of my old kick mule

Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy

Oh, I strum it loud to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Strum it loud just to rattle his cageOh, I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Read more: Tom Waits - 16 Shells From A 30.06 Lyrics | MetroLyrics



andrew james Bunting

Lyrics
I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
and a Black Crow snuck through
a hole in the sky
so I spent all my buttons on an
old pack mule
and I made me a ladder from
a pawn shop marimba
and I leaned it up against
a dandelion tree
And I filled me a sachel
full of old pig corn
and I beat me a billy
from an old French horn
and I kicked that mule
to the top of the tree
and I blew me a hole
'bout the size of a kickdrum
and I cut me a switch
from a long branch elbow
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
Well I slept in the holler
of a dry creek bed
and I tore out the buckets
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
with the strings of a Washburn
stretched like a clothes line
you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
in a Washburn jail
that stapped on the back
of my old kick mule
strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
to drive him crazy
I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
strum it loud just to rattle his cage
in a Washburn jail
that stapped on the back
of my old kick mule
strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
to drive him crazy
I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
strum it loud just to rattle his cage



RaVen DaWn

Lotsa chat below to prove we know our A&O... so many men, I respect them, their platoons, real risk, I get to go in alone, my brother, as well, we are specialists and for all that damn gun talk, you all got no idea, what a man can do with just what's around him, yes, whittle you down to toothpicks. I hunt with only a blade. Been used by my Uncle Sam, been deep UC in Death Row too, so what is there left to prove and who really cares, when everyone wants to be admired for this type of shit, I love tom, grew up with him, and y'all get stuck on the guns well, that'd be shameful to miss his point... then again, who says may not know, who knows may not say. They sent me into the hot zones, SE Asia, '03 Indonesia... I could go on. I saw that we have some real experts here about all that. What's good about the Service is you get a huge and heavy duty family; what's good about being alone on Assignment, my task depends on me. I'm not a killer by choice, not a killer by noise, no not a killer at all, despite the tally, I am now a man of peace and I go to get the Accords... by pen or by sword. I never fail. My own will come get me, yet there would not be time. No. I am the only one left of the many I trained with. Hey y'all with the rifle and the facts- I really liked that, learn something more than the songs explore, so I give you something back, and hope is a place you never been and you never go.
Aw shucks, I'm just woods folk, what do I know. 30+ countries, 25 conflicts, and I expect a world of peace. My blade never misses, not a K-Bar, not a Ginzu, just a homemade piece of hard cold death, and I use it for camping. Ya' gotta bury stuff or the Beast comes round. From Secaucus to Cat Bah, ahh what a beautiful world. I have a mean-ass hound, growls and bites, named him Chad, yet he only answers to "attack"... surreal, we write what we know, so that makes us all the same. Every good man or woman had to take that shot, it was all of us... nobody gets a pass. Lock and load, if'n you must. Hah! Rust never does sleep, does it...
"The Devil's Mask"
Land mines in the sunshine,
Jump spry spy, …or just die!
This word, we call it peace,
Yet itself, it is the beast,
So often tested by god and the devil.
They trade appearance and see who will follow.
Yes, god and the devil trade places
And see who will follow.

"Another Shot of Gun Grease"
Four mags empty and to the nearest town I go,
The boys at the checkpoints, they all know
To live another day, look the other way.
I’m coming through.
There’s a bar over by the burning police car,
A place to go do as I please.
Bartender, bartender,
Make it a double.
I’ll have another shot of gun grease.

Hey! You there, in the churches,
Get the fuck UP off your knees!
Time to please the almighty appetite
With a bigger body count.
Wrath and wraith, have thou faith-
Yes, he plays the numbers, checks the dailies…

Your prayers are delivered,
and your agony, he sees.
I’ll have another shot of gun grease.
Gun grease, please; …. gun grease

~s’all against the wall~
….by RaVen DaWn….



All comments from YouTube:

Jay Bones

This is unironically one of the greatest songs ever recorded. Don't have the words to describe what it evokes. Discovered Tom Waits 30 years ago and still listening.

CoyKoi84

This and Innocent When You Dream are the songs that made me fall in love with his music. I discovered him as an awkward 12 year old with no friends and now twenty years later his voice still makes me feel goosebumps all over.

El Horrendo

That’s a beautiful story.
I discovered Waits a bit later in my life. Mid 20s. Haven’t looked back.
Hell broke Luce proves that a true musician or artist never loses inspiration or that fire in the belly. And he is the perfect example of fire in the belly.
Hoist that Rag, Don’t go into that barn, 16 shells, God’s away on business, the road to peace, hell broke Luce and his live performance of summer/Burma shave are among my favourite. Innocent when you dream is such a beautiful song title, too.
I envy you for discovering him so early.
I read a post on another YouTube channel playing Tom Waits’ Don’t go into that barn, a man describing how he sings that song with his grandson. His grandson does the “HOO! HA!” Backup vocals with grandad.
A lot of people said he should post a video of it. I disagreed. I suggested that it is something special (nothing more special than music, good music) that the boy shares with his grangpappy and shouldn’t be cheapened by uploading as a cute novelty. Recorded for posterity why not? However, those things in life that we share. Those memories - especially with music and sharing it with those we love. They ought to be kept as special moments in time that really mean something to those involved. It seems very un-Waits to upload something like that for cuteness factor. In the past we could just experience things and treasure the memory without having to post it to strangers immediately.
So far the man hasn’t posted it. And if it were me, I wouldn’t post a video of it. The value of that memory depreciates when uploaded unless it is really appropriate to do so... for a reason.

Kngquattro

likeashot42084 back in that time there was this movie called "American Heart". The song Never Let Go was on during the end credits, and hits me harder today than it did back then. Whenever I hear it I tear up.

Ken Nickels

he played Innocent When You Dream when he played at the Beacon Theater in New York in '98. When he got to the end everyone applauded. So he asked if people would like to hear it again. So he did. Who does that? Who plays the same song twice?

collin beckham

It's hard to do a best of when every song is unique.

Tammy{Ty} H

Beautiful maladies is my fav

Bert Lee

that high pinging sound is tom hitting a boiler with a wrench... they toured with a damned boiler! The guitarist awsome! Marc Ribot...

El Horrendo

@Greg Sawka Thanks for the information on the bell plate. I have heard and read that the sound coming from the object in question was some kind of heavy, found metal object (whether an anvil or a machine part etc, I can’t remember which exactly), but whatever it was, the story goes that he found it, used it for recording and toured with it, despite it being impractical for touring purposes. That’s his style. It just wouldn’t do to tour with a digital sample or any simile of the original sound source.

Greg Sawka

I don't know if he actually toured with a boiler (wouldn't surprise me if he did!) but on the record, it's actually a bell plate that's being used for the clanking sound.
"A steel plate suspended with gut or heavy wire and played with a hard beater. It can be used as a substitute for an anvil, church bell, fire bell, train bell, etc. Bell plates (sold commercially as Belleplates) are metal plates that, when struck, ring with a strong initial transient, followed by a nearly pure decaying sinusoidal tone (they ring for tens of seconds when struck). They are played like handbells but are rather cheaper and less loud."

In any case, Waits is barking mad...and a genius!!

More Comments

More Videos