...GUN STREET GIRL... by Tom Waits ---------------------............. *from 'Rain Dogs' (1985)* Intro: Verse 1: 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. Verse 2: 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. Interlude: Verse 3: 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. Chorus 1: 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. Verse 4: He's sitting in a sycamore, in St. John's wood, Soaking day-old bread in kero-sene. 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, 'ti'l the dogs get tired. Verse 5: 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, boys". Verse 6: Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof, 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. Verse 7: 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. Verse 8: 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. Chorus 2: 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. Verse 9: 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. Chorus 3: 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. Outro: CHORD DIAGRAMS: --------------- EADGBE EADGBE xx0231 x02223