Tom Waits "Gun Street Girl" lyrics

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Gun Street Girl

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Falling James in the Tahoe mudStick around to tell us all a taleWell, he fell in love with a gun street girlNow he's dancing in the Birmingham jailDancing in the Birmingham jail

He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse JoeBought a brand new Michigan twenty gaugeHe got all liquored up on that road house cornBlew the hole in the hood of a yellow CorvetteA hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

He bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban ChineseDyed his hair in the bathroom of a TexacoWith a pawn shop radio, quarter past fourHe left Waukegan at the slamming of a doorLeft Waukegan at the slamming of a door

Said John, John, he's long goneGone to Indiana, he never coming homeI said John, John, he's long goneGone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home

He's sitting in a Sycamore in St. John's woodSoaking day-old bread in keroseneBut he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hogHe's staying out of circulation 'til the dogs get tiredOut of circulation 'til the dogs get tired

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old tromboneHe never get up in the morning on a SaturdaySitting by the Erie with a bullwhipped dogTelling everyone he saw "they went that-a-way, boys"Telling everyone he saw "they went that-a-way"

Now the rain like gravel on an old tin roofAt the Burlington Northern pulling out of the worldNow a head full of bourbon and a dream in the strawAnd a gun street girl was the cause of it allA gun street girl was the cause of it all

Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe's ridgeHeard the click-clack tapping of a blind man's caneHe was pulling into Baker on a New Year's EveOne eye on the pistol and the other on the doorOne eye on the pistol and the other on the door

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish RowSmuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoesWith her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hairWell they tied her to the tree with a skinny millionaireTied her to the tree with a skinny millionaire

I said John, John, he's long goneGone to Indiana, he never coming homeI said John, John, he's long goneGone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home

Banging on the table with an old tin cupSing I'll never kiss a gun street girl againNever kiss a gun street girl againI'll never kiss a gun street girl again

I said John, John, he's long goneGone to Indiana, he never coming homeI said John, John, he's long goneGone to Indiana he ain't never coming home

Devojka iz Opake ulice

Pade Džejms u Taho blatoOstani da nam ispričaš celu pričuOn se u devojku iz Opake ulice zaljubio iSada pleše u birmingemskom zatvoruPleše u birmingemskom zatvoru

Maznuo je 100 dolara od Klanica DžoaKupio nov novcijat 20-kalibarski MichiganU drumskoj kafani se nroljao viskijaNapravio rupu na krovu neke žute korveteNapravio rupu na krovu neke žute korveteKupio polovnu Novu od nekog kubanskog KinezaOfarbao kosu u toaletu na pumpiSa radijom iz zalagaonice, u 4 i 15Napustio je Waukegan zalupivši vratimaNapustio je Waukegan zalupivši vratima

Rekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nemaOtišao je u IndijanuNikad se neće vratiti kućiRekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nemaOtišao je u IndijanuNikad se neće vratiti kući

Sedeći u nekom platanu u šumi Svetog DžonaNatapao je jučerašnji hleb u kerozinBio je plav kao jaje crvendaća, braon kao svinjaSklanjao se s puta dok se psi ne umoreSklanjao se s puta dok se psi ne umore

Zaklonio je toalet nekim starim trombonomSubotom nikad nije ustajao ranoEskivirao rizik uz nekog prebijenog psaGovoreći svima koje bi sreoOtišli su onudaGovoreći svima koje bi sreoOtišli su onuda

Sad po starom limenom krovu kiša kao šljunak padaA Burlington Northern vodi izvan svetaGlave pune burbona i jednim snom u slamciA devojka iz Opake ulice bila je uzrok svega togaDevojka iz Opake ulice bila je uzrok svega toga

Jašući u senci grebena Svetog DžoaČuo je klik klak lupkanje štapa nekog slepcašto svraćao je u Baker na Novogodišnje večeJednim okom na pištolju i drugim na vratimaJednim okom na pištolju i drugim na vratima

Gđica Šarlota ponela je svoju torbu u King Fish RowI prokrijumčarila nazad par novih novcijatih cipela od aligatorove kožeSa svojom vatrogasnom jaknom i dugom žutom kosom, paZavezali su je za drvo sa nekim mršavim milioneromZavezali su je za drvo sa nekim mršavim milionerom

Rekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nemaOtišao je u IndijanuNikad se neće vratiti kućiRekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nemaOtišao je u IndijanuNikad se neće vratiti kućiLupajući o sto starom limenom šoljomPeva, nikad mi više neće nedostajati devojka iz Opake ulicenikad više neću ljubiti devojku iz Opake ulice

Rekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nemaOtišao je u IndijanuNikad se neće vratiti kućiRekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nemaOtišao je u IndijanuNikad se neće vratiti kući

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