Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gun Street Girl, artist - Tom Waits. Album song Rain Dogs, in the genre БлюзDate of issue: 31.12.1984
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Gun Street Girl |
| Falling James in the Tahoe mud |
| Stick around to tell us all the tale |
| He fell in love with a Gun Street Girl and |
| Now he’s dancing in the Birmingham jail |
| Dancing in the Birmingham jail. |
| Took a 100 dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe |
| Brought a bran' new michigan 20 gauge |
| Got all liquored up on that road house corn, |
| Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette |
| Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette. |
| Bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese |
| Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco |
| With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4 |
| Well, he left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door |
| He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door |
| Chorus: |
| 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. |
| Sitting in a sycamore in St. John’s Wood |
| Soakin' day old bread in kerosene |
| He was blue as a robin’s egg brown as a hog |
| Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired |
| Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired |
| Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone |
| He never got up in the morning on a Saturday |
| Sittin' by the Erie with a bull whipped dog |
| Tellin' everyone he saw |
| They went thatta way |
| Tellin' everyone he saw |
| They went thatta way. |
| Now the rain’s like gravel on an old tin roof |
| And the Burlinton Northern’s pullin' out of the world |
| With 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. |
| Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge |
| He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man’s cane |
| Pullin' into Baker on a New Year’s Eve |
| With one eye on the pistol the other on the door |
| With one eye on the pistol the other on the door. |
| Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row |
| And he smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator shoes. |
| With her fireman’s raincoat and her long yellow hair, well |
| They tired her to a tree with a skinny millionaire |
| They tired her to a tree with a skinny millionaire. |
| Chorus: |
| 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 |
| Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup |
| Sing I’ll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again, |
| I’ll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again. |