...GUN STREET GIRL... by Tom Waits ---------------------............. *from 'Rain Dogs' (1985)* Intro: Dm Verse 1: Dm Falling James, in the Tahoe mud, A7 Stick around to tell us all the tale. Dm 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: Dm He took a hundred dollars off a, Slaughterhouse Joe, A7 Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge. Dm 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: Dm A7 Dm Verse 3: Dm He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese, A7 And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco. Dm 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: Dm 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: Dm He's sitting in a sycamore, in St. John's wood, A7 Soaking day-old bread in kero-sene. Dm 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: Dm Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone, A7 He never get up in the morning on a Saturday. Dm 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: Dm Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof, A7 Burlington Northern pulling out of the world. Dm 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: Dm Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge, A7 Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane. Dm 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: Dm Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row, A7 Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes, Dm 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: Dm 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: Dm 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: Dm 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: Dm CHORD DIAGRAMS: --------------- Dm A7 EADGBE EADGBE xx0231 x02223 Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)