Gun Street Girl lyrics

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Falling James in the Tahoe mud

Stick around to tell us all a tale

Well, he fell in love with a gun street girl

Now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail

Dancing in the Birmingham jail

He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe

Bought a brand new Michigan twenty gauge

He got all liquored up on that road house corn

Blew the hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

He bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese

Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco

With a pawn shop radio, quarter past four

He left Waukegan at the slamming of a door

Left Waukegan at the slamming of a door

Said John, John, he's long gone

Gone to Indiana, he never coming home

I said John, John, he's long gone

Gone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home

He's sitting in a Sycamore in St. John's wood

Soaking day-old bread in kerosene

But he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog

He's staying out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired

Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone

He never get up in the morning on a Saturday

Sitting by the Erie with a bullwhipped dog

Telling everyone he saw "they went that-a-way, boys"

Telling everyone he saw "they went that-a-way"

Now the rain like gravel on an old tin roof

At the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world

Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw

And a gun street girl was the cause of it all

A gun street girl was the cause of it all

Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe's ridge

Heard the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane

He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve

One eye on the pistol and the other on the door

One eye on the pistol and the other on the door

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row

Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes

With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair

Well they tied her to the tree with a skinny millionaire

Tied her to the tree with a skinny millionaire

I said John, John, he's long gone

Gone to Indiana, he never coming home

I said John, John, he's long gone

Gone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home

Banging on the table with an old tin cup

Sing I'll never kiss a gun street girl again

Never kiss a gun street girl again

I'll never kiss a gun street girl again

I said John, John, he's long gone

Gone to Indiana, he never coming home

I said John, John, he's long gone

Gone to Indiana he ain't never coming home

• Artist:Tom Waits
• Album:Rain Dogs (1985)