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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Vocals
Ben Jaffe
Ben Jaffe
Tuba
Chris Grady
Chris Grady
Trumpet
Clint Maedgen
Clint Maedgen
Tenor Saxophone
David Hidalgo
David Hidalgo
Guitar
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Keyboards
Zack Sumner
Zack Sumner
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Songwriter
Kathleen Brennan
Kathleen Brennan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Original Mastering Engineer
Karl Derfler
Karl Derfler
Mixing Engineer
Kathleen Brennan
Kathleen Brennan
Producer
Peter Lyman
Peter Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Phillip Rodriquez
Phillip Rodriquez
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Producer
Zack Sumner
Zack Sumner
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

The door was open, I was seething
Your mother burst in, it was freezing
She said, "It looks like it's trying to rain"
I was lost, I felt sea sick
You convinced me that he'd left
You said, "Keep talking, but don't use any names"
I scolded your driver and your brother
We are old enough to know
How long you've been hooked
And we've all been through the war
Each time you score
Someone gets hauled in, handcuffed and booked
Hmm-mm-mm
It felt like four in the morning
What sounded like fireworks
Turned out to be just what it was
The stars looked like diamonds
And then came the sirens
And everyone started to curse
Oh, the noise was disturbing
And I couldn't find Irving
It was like two stations on at the same time
And then I hid your car keys
And I made black coffee
And I dumped out the rest of the rum
Hmm-mm-mm
Nick and Socorro broke up
And Candice wouldn't shut up
And Finn, he recorded the whole thing
Ray, he said, "Damn you"
And someone broke my camera
And it was New Year's
And we all started to sing
Should auld acquaintance
Be forgot and never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance
Be forgot for the sake of auld lang syne
I was leaving in the morning with Charles for Las Vegas
And I didn't have a plan to come back
I had only a few things, two hundred dollars
And my records in a brown paper sack
Hmm-mm-mm
I ran out on Sheila
Everything's in storage
Calvin's right
I should go back to driving truck
Should auld acquaintance
Be forgot and never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance
Be forgot for the sake of auld lang syne
Written by: Kathleen Brennan, Tom Waits
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