Tom Waits — A Sweet Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue Gun

Well it's raining, it's pouring You didn't bring a sweater Nebraska will never let you come back home Now on Hollywood and Vine By the Thrifty Mart sign Any night, I'll be willing to bet There's a young girl With sweet little dreams and pretty blue wishes Standin' there just gettin all wet Now there's a place off the drag Called the Gilbert Hotel And there's a couple letters Burned out in the sign And it's better than a bus stop They do good business every time it rains For little girls with nothing in their jeans But pretty blue wishes and sweet little dreams And it's raining, it's pouring The old man is snoring Now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street All my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I'd rather die before I wake Like Marilyn Monroe And you could throw my dreams out in the street And let the rain make 'em grow Now the night clerk, he got a club foot He's heard every hard luck story At least a hundred times or more He says check-out time is 10 am And that's just what it means Go on up the stairs With your sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams And it's raining, it's pouring Hollywood's just fine Swindle a little girl out of her dreams Another letter in the sign Now never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark Be careful of that old bowtie he wears It takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun To put those scarlet ribbons in your hair No, that ain't no cherry bomb Fourth of July's all done It was just some fool playin' that second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun No, that ain't no cherry bomb Fourth of July's all done Just some fool playin' that second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun