Gun Street Girl
Tom Waits Lyrics


One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a 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

He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
He got all liquored up on that road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four
He left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door
Left for Waukegan at the slamming 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

He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
Well, he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog
He's staying 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 get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone he saw, "they went that-a-way, boys"
Telling everyone he saw, "they went that-a-way"

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern pulling 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

Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
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

Banging on the table with an old tin cup
Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again
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

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: THOMAS A. WAITS

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David Dayus

Many years ago I met 2 attractive Irish sisters. One night while they were working at the local pub they noticed Tom Waits in the bar. They talked him into playing some songs with the stand up piano in the corner. The owner ran out yelled at him to stop 'cause "That Piano only gets played on Grandma's Birthday".

Hershel Every

@Shiloh Christopher Testing it out now. Looks promising.

Shiloh Christopher

not sure if anyone cares at all but last night I hacked my girlfriends Instagram account by using Instapwn. Just google for it if you care

James Tracey

When the Irish were not fixated on Fame and b**** these days it would have been on f**** Twitter within 5 minutes

Evan Abbott

Hahahaha👍

Keith Moore

@Chris Rutherford Grams is gone

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Stephen Whittle

To write and sing like this probably involves living twenty lifetimes in parallel.

Cesar

@Erik L he find time in the moment

Julie Generic

@Willyjohn De Jager no youu

Julie Generic

Straight uo

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