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      Gun Street Girl

      Tom Waits

      Album: Rain Dogs

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      Tom Waits - Gun Street Girl Música y Letra

      Falling James in the Tahoe mud
      Stick around to tell us all the tale
      Well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
      And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail
      Dancing in the Birmingham jail
      
      He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
      Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
      He got all liquored up on that road house corn
      Blew a 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
      And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
      With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four
      He left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door
      Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door
      
      I said John, John, he's long gone
      Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
      I said John, John, he's long gone
      Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
      
      He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
      Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
      Well 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 bull-whipped dog
      Telling everyone he saw, "They went that-a-way, boys"
      Telling everyone he saw, "They went that-a-way"
      
      Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof
      And 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 ridge
      Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
      He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve
      One eye on a pistol and the other on the door
      One eye on a 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 a tree with a skinny millionaire
      They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
      
      I said John, John, he's long gone
      Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
      I said John, John, he's long gone
      Gone to Indiana, 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, ain't never coming home
      I said John, John, he's long gone
      Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home

      Tom Waits - Gun Street Girl Música y Letra

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