
Gun Street Girl (2023 Remaster) Tom Waits
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One, two, three
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 of Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a brand new Michigan 20 gauge
He got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
He bought a secondhand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quartеr past four
He left Waukegan at thе slammin' of the door
He left Waukegan at the slammin' 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
Soakin' day-old bread in kerosene
But he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog
Stayin' out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired
Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired
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 of Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a brand new Michigan 20 gauge
He got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
He bought a secondhand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quartеr past four
He left Waukegan at thе slammin' of the door
He left Waukegan at the slammin' 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
Soakin' day-old bread in kerosene
But he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog
Stayin' out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired
Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired
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