Текст песни Just The Right Bullets - Tom Waits
                                                There 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                light 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                forest
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                face 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                tree
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                pull 
                                                you 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                chorus
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                one's 
                                                always 
                                                free
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                never 
                                                go 
                                                a-hunting
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                flintlock 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                hound
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                won't 
                                                go 
                                                home 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                bunting
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                blow 
                                                    a 
                                                hundred 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                takes 
                                                much 
                                                more 
                                                than 
                                                wild 
                                                courage
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                you'll 
                                                hit 
                                                the 
                                                tattered 
                                                clouds
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                must 
                                                have 
                                                just 
                                                the 
                                                right 
                                                bullets
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                one's 
                                                always 
                                                free
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                must 
                                                be 
                                                careful 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                forest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Broken 
                                                glass 
                                                and 
                                                rusty 
                                                nails
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you're 
                                                to 
                                                bring 
                                                back 
                                                something 
                                                for 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                bullets 
                                                for 
                                                sale
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                fool 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                chase 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                blind 
                                                and 
                                                your 
                                                gloom
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                blessed 
                                                each 
                                                one 
                                                of 
                                                these 
                                                bullets
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they 
                                                shine 
                                                just 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                spoon
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                have 
                                                sixty 
                                                silver 
                                                wishes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                    a 
                                                small 
                                                price 
                                                to 
                                                pay
 
                                    
                                
                                                They'll 
                                                be 
                                                your 
                                                private 
                                                little 
                                                fishes
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they'll 
                                                never 
                                                swim 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                want 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                happy
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                my 
                                                only 
                                                little 
                                                wish
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                fix 
                                                your 
                                                wagon 
                                                and 
                                                your 
                                                musket
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                spoon 
                                                will 
                                                have 
                                                it's 
                                                dish
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                shudder 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                thought
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                your 
                                                Poor 
                                                empty 
                                                hunter's 
                                                pouch
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                I'll 
                                                keep 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                from 
                                                your 
                                                barrel
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                bless 
                                                the 
                                                roof 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                house
 
                                    
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