| | Diamonds on my Windshield Lyrics Artist(Band):Tom Waits
Tears from heaven Pulling into town on the Interstate Pulling a steel train in the rain The wind bites my cheek through the wing Fast flying, freway driving Always makes me sing There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune Pulling up fast on the right Rolling restlessly, twenty-four hour moon Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head Wishing he was home in a Wiscosin bed fifteen feet of snow in the East Colder then a welldigger's ass Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed, cruise with a dry back Orange drive-in the neon billin' Theatre's fillin' to the brim Slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin Metropolitan area with interchange and connections Fly-by-nights from Riverside Black and white plates, out of state, running a little bit late Sailors jockey for the fast lane 101 don't miss it Rolling hills and concrete fields The broken line's on your mind Eights go east and the fives go north The merging nexus back and forth You see your sign, cross the line, signalling with a blink The radio's gone off the air Gives you time to think You ease it out and you creep across Intersection light goes out You hear the rumble As you fumble for a cigarette Blazing through this midnight jungle Remember someone that you met One more block; the engine talks And whispers 'home at last' It whispers, whispers, whispers 'home at last', home at last If you find some error in Diamonds on my Windshield Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Diamonds on my Windshield The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Tom Waits" Music | |
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