Gun Street Girl Lyrics - Rain Dogs - Tom Waits

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 

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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 

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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