beefheart & zappa 'orange claw hammer' Chords

_ Aren't you, uh, you wanna do a version of Arms Claw Hammer live in [C] the studio?
Yeah.
[Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Bb] The black copper gives steel, [Ab] the man struck blue on a railroad rail.
_ _ _ _ _ The old puff horse was just [Bbm] pulling through, and the man [Eb] wore a pig leg forever. _
_ _ _ I'm on the [Db] mountain where the hobos run, the air breaks with [Bb] filthy cheddar.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _
Oh, I don't [C] care, there's no place there, I don't take it [Eb] even matters.
_ _ _ _ _ Hoskins waved through in their [Db] clothes in tatters,
and the railroad looked high up the [Eb] hill of letters. _ _ _ _
_ One shoe [Db] fell on the gravel, one stick poked down.
_ Gray lace fell down on a pair [Eb] of ears, _
and eagles shined through my whole watch pocket. _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] Gingham girl, baby girl, passed me [Db] by in tears. _ _ _
[Eb] And a tiger rabbit raised his [Db] folded ears.
A beautiful [Bbm] sagebrush [Eb] _ jackrabbit. _
_ _ And an oriole sang like an orange, his breast full of worms.
And his tail clawed the evening [Fm] like a hammer.
And _ _ [Db] _ [Eb] his wings took tear [Bbm] like a bomber. _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] My rain can caught me [Db] a cup of water. _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] When I got into town, I drives, ma'am.
Ah, [Bb] _ [Fm] you're a [Eb] hard-souled father.
_ _ _ _ I'm the roundhouse man, [Db] I once [Eb] was your father.
_ _ _ _ _ Little up the [Ab] road, a candy [Db]-striped barber pole,
and above it, a red [Fm]-assigned painless parker.
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] _
Liquors twisted around under a flying [Db] youngster copter,
I've got before me, if I'm not [Eb] crazy, is my daughter. _ _ _ _
_ I'm the one with your little [Ab] dimpled fingers, give me one.
And I'll buy you the cherry [Eb] phosphate,
_ _ _ _ take you down to the foam [Db] in brining water, _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] and show you the wooden tits on the goddess with a hole-out full sail.
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _
_ That kept it [Db] away, [Bb] your peggly father. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ I was shang, hi-hat by [Db] hi-hat, beaver mustache man,
and his pirate friend.
[Eb] I woke up in vomiting beer [Db] in a banana bin,
and a soft lass [Eb] with brown skin. _ _ _ _
Bore me seven babies [Db] with snapping black [Fm] eyes,
and beautiful amnesia [Bbm] skin.
_ _ [Eb] And here it is, I'm with [F] you, my daughter. _ _ _ _
_ Thirty years away can make a [Bbm] seaman's eyes,
a [Fm] roundhouse man's [Db] eyes,
blow [Eb] out salt water, _ salt water. _ _ _
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