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Gun Street Girl Lyrics
Artist: Tom Waits
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
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 'til the dogs get tired
Out of circulation 'til 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
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 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
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Comments/Interpretations
F___ing genius.
unbelievable there is hardly anyone else who can tell a story with a song in such a creative manner
Brilliant
tom writes poety, not lyrics.
Dylan, Waits, Springsteen...The Father, Son, and The Holy Ghost.
springsteen!?
the holy ghost is eric clapton.
if we're talking poet/songwriters the holy ghost would have to be Leonard Cohen. Yes, that's the holy trinity: Dylan, Waits, Cohen!
Fools take the name of the Lord in vain. These are mere men and those comparisons aren't even funny.
I thought they were funny.
even greater fools assume that random internet folk venerate the same fairytales as them
I have to agree with 'bpw013', the holy trinity indeed. And, to eric, I have to agree with 'god'. At least Tom, Bob, and Leonard actually exist.
at least they actually exist.
Tom is the man above the man :P
Tom is above all like said and Neil Yong takes the place of Cohen as the ghost
Tom Waits and God went to the same pool-party in Santa Monica summer of '96.
As Tom said, the devil is just God when he's drunk.