16 Shells From A Thirty-Ought-Six

Tom Waits

  • C#m
    4
  • C#m7
    4
  • F
  • F#
  • F#7
  • G#7
    4
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Tono: 
C#m7 C#m

[Verse 1]

          C#m             
I plugged 16 shells from a 

                 C#m7  C#m
thirty-ought-six

        C#m                        
And the Black Crow snuck through a 

            C#m7  C#m
hole in the sky

     F#                            
So I spent all my buttons on an old

        F#7  F#
 pack mule

          C#m                    
Oh, and I made me a ladder from a 

                 C#m7  C#m
pawn shop marimba

       G#7
And I leaned it up against a 
dandelion tree

F#
Leaned it up against a dandelion 
tree

C#m                            
Leaned it up against a dandelion 

       C#m7  C#m
tree


[Verse 2]

          C#m                    
I'm gonna cook them feathers on a 

              C#m7  C#m
tire iron spit

      C#m                        
And I filled me a satchel full of 

            C#m7  C#m
old pig corn

      F#                         
And I beat me a billy from an old 

          F#7  F#
French horn

          C#m
Oh, and I kicked that mule to the 
top of the tree

C#m7
Kicked that mule to the top of the 
tree

      G#7                          
And I blew me a hole 'bout the size

              F#
 of a kickdrum

      C#m                        
And I cut me a switch from a long 

           C#m7  C#m
branch elbow



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[Chorus]

          C#m
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

C#m7         C#m
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a 
thirty-ought-six

C#m
Whittle you into kindlin'

C#m7        C#m
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a 
thirty-ought-six


[Verse 3]

        C#m                        
Well, I slept in the holler of a 

         C#m7  C#m
dry creek bed

      C#m                          
And I tore out the bucket from a 

          C#m7
red Corvette

C#m
Tore out the bucket from a red 
Corvette

F#                                
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher 

      F#7  F#
made three

               C#m           
Oh, you got to meet me by the 

                              C#m7 
knuckles of the skinnybone tree

C#m


         G#7                  
With the strings of a Washburn 

                              F#7
stretched like a clothes line

             C#m             
Oh, you know me and that mule 

                                C#m7
scrambled right through the hole

C#m                            
Me and that mule scrambled right 

                    C#m7
through the hole


[Chorus]

          C#m
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

C#m7         C#m
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a 
thirty-ought-six

C#m
Whittle you into kindlin'

C#m7        C#m
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a 
thirty-ought-six


[Verse 4]

      C#m                   
Now I hold him prisoner in a 

             C#m7  C#m
Washburn jail

       C#m                       
That I strapped on the back of my 

             C#m7
old kick mule

C#m
Strapped on the back of my old kick 
mule

  F#                               
I bang on the strings just to drive

        F#7  F
 him crazy

      C#m                        
Oh, I strum it loud to rattle his 

    C#m7
cage

  C#m
I strum it loud just to rattle his 
cage

G#7
Strum it loud just to rattle his 
cage

F#7
Strum it loud just to rattle his 
cage


[Chorus]

          C#m
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

C#m7         C#m
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a 
thirty-ought-six

C#m
Whittle you into kindlin'

C#m7        C#m
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a 
thirty-ought-six
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