
Gun Street Girl Canned Heat
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[Verse 1]
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around and tell the tale
He fell in love with a gun street girl
Now, He's dancing in the Birmingham Jail
He's dancing in the Birmingham Jail
[Verse 2]
Took a hundred dollars off slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a brand new Michigan twenty guase
He got all liquored up on that old house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
[Verse 3]
On a secondhand Nova off a Cuban Chinese
Dried his hands in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, Quarter past four
He lеft Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
Hе left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
[Bridge]
I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home
I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around and tell the tale
He fell in love with a gun street girl
Now, He's dancing in the Birmingham Jail
He's dancing in the Birmingham Jail
[Verse 2]
Took a hundred dollars off slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a brand new Michigan twenty guase
He got all liquored up on that old house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
[Verse 3]
On a secondhand Nova off a Cuban Chinese
Dried his hands in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, Quarter past four
He lеft Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
Hе left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
[Bridge]
I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home
I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home
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