Tom Waits — Gun Street Girl

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 Took a 100 dollars off a Slaughterhouse Joe Bought a brand new Michigan 20 gauge 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 Bought a secondhand Nova from a Cuban Chinese Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4 He left Waukegan at the 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 Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood Soakin' day-old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired 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 Burlington Northern's pullin' out of the world Now 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 He was pullin' into Baker on a New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door One eye on the pistol and the other on the door Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row And she smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair Well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire Tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire 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 I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again 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