Lucinda taby ukulele według Tom Waits (Chwyty barytonu)

Well they (Gm)call me William The (Gm)Pleaser 
I sold (Gm)opium, fireworks and (D)lead 
Now I'm tel(Gm)ling my troubles to st(Cm)rangers 
When the (Gm)shadows get (D)long I'll be (Gm)dead 

Now her (Gm)hair was as black as a bucket of (Gm)tar 
Skin was as (Gm)white as a cuttlefish b(D)one 
I left Te(Gm)xas to follow Lu(Cm)cinda 
Now I'll (Gm)never see hea(D)ven or (Gm)home

I made a (Gm)wish on silver of moon(Gm)light
A sly (Gm)grin and a bowl full of (D)stars 
Like a (Gm)kid who captures a fire(Cm)fly 
And leaves it (Gm)only to (D)die in the (Gm) jar 

As I (Gm)kick at the clouds at my ha(Gm)nging 
As Is (Gm)wing out over the (D)crowd 
I will (Gm)search every face for Lu(Cm)cinda's 
And she will (Gm)go off with (D)me down to (Gm)hell 

I (Gm)th ought I'd broke loose of Lu(Gm)cinda 
The (Gm)rain returned and so did the (D)wind 
I cast this bu(Gm)rden on the God that's with in (Cm)me 
I will (Gm)leave this old (D)world and go (Gm)free

The devil (D)dances inside empty (Gm)pockets
But she (D)did'nt want money or (Gm)pearls
No, that (D)wasn't enough for (Gm)Lucinda 
She (Amaj)w asn't that kind of (D)girl 

Now I've (Gm)fallen from grace for (Gm)Lucinda 
Whoever (Gm)thought that hell would be so (D)cold 
I did (Gm)well for an old tin can (Cm)sailor 
But she (Gm)wanted the (D)bell in my (Gm)soul

I've (Gm)spoken to God on the (Gm)mountain 
And I've (Gm)swam in the Irish (D)sea 
I ate (Gm)fire and drank from the (Cm)Ganges 
And I'll (Gm)beg there for (D)mercy for (Gm)me 

I (Gm)thought I'd broke loose of (Gm)Lucinda 
The rain (Gm)returned and so did the (D)wind 
I was (Gm)standing outside the (Cm)Whitehorse 
Oh but (Gm)I was (D)afraid to go (Gm)in 

I heard some(Gm)o ne pull the (Gm)trigger 
Her breasts (Gm)heaved in the moonlight a(D)gain 
There was a (Gm)smear of gold in the win(Cm)dow 
And then (Gm)I was the je (D)wel of her (Gm)s in 

They (Gm)call me William The (Gm)Pleaser 
I sold (Gm)opium, fireworks and (D)lead 
Now I'm (Gm)telling my troubles to (Cm)strangers 
When the (Gm)shadows get (D)long I'll be (Gm)dead 

Now her (Gm)hair was as black as a bucket of (Gm)tar 
Skin was as (Gm)white as a cuttlefish (D)bone 
I left (Gm)Texas to follow  (Cm)Lucinda 
Now I'll (Gm)never see (D)heaven or (Gm)home 
No I'll (Gm)never see (D)heaven or (Gm)home 
No I'll (Gm)never see (D)heaven or (Gm)home