Gun Street Girl

Gun Street Girl - Tom Waits (湯姆·威茲)

Falling james in 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

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 con

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 Saint John's wood

Soaking day old bread in kerosene

Well he was blue as a robins egg and brown as a hog

He's 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 rains 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 Saint Joe ridge

Hearing the click clack tapping of a blind man's cane

He was pulling into baker on a new years 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 firemans raincoat and her long yellow hair

Well they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

They 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 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