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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Vocals
John Lurie
John Lurie
Alto Saxophone
Larry Taylor
Larry Taylor
Bass
Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges
Stephen Taylor Arvizu Hodges
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Producer
Robert Musso
Robert Musso
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Original Mastering Engineer
Dennis Ferrante
Dennis Ferrante
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Gonzalez
Tom Gonzalez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Jeff Lippay
Jeff Lippay
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kathleen Brennan
Kathleen Brennan
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He got himself a homemade special
You know his glass is full of sand
And it feels just like a jaybird
The way it fits into his hand
He rolled a blade up in his trick towel
They slap their hands against the wall
You never trip, you never stumble
He's walking Spanish down the hall
[Verse 2]
Slip him a picture of our Jesus
Or give him a spoon to dig a hole
What all he done ain't no one's business
But he'll need blankets for the cold
They dim the lights over on Broadway
Even the king has bowed his head
And every face looks right up at Mason
Man, he's walking Spanish down the hall
[Verse 3]
Latella's screeching for a blind pig
Punk Sander's carved it out of wood
He never sang when he got hoodwinked
They tried it all but he never would
Tomorrow morning, there'll be laundry
But he'll be somewhere else to hear the call
Don't say goodbye, he's just leavin' early
He's walking Spanish down the hall
[Instrumental]
All St. Bartholomew said was whispered
Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes
All Baker told the machine
Was that he never broke the law
Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate
Take off your watch, your rings, and all
Even Jesus wanted just a little more time
When he was walking Spanish down the hall
Written by: Tom Waits
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