...GUN STREET GIRL... by Tom Waits
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*from 'Rain Dogs' (1985)*


Intro:

Dm (xx0231@1)Verse 1:

Dm (xx0231@1)Falling James, in the Tahoe mud,
                                A7Stick (x02020@1)around to tell us all the tale.
         DmWell, (xx0231@1)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:

   DmHe (xx0231@1)took a hundred dollars off a, Slaughterhouse Joe,
                             A7Brought (x02020@1)a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge.
       DmHe (xx0231@1)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:

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Verse 3:

            DmHe (xx0231@1)bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese,
                                       A7And (x02020@1)dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco.
        DmWith (xx0231@1)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:

       DmI (xx0231@1)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:

     DmHe's (xx0231@1)sitting in a sycamore, in St. John's wood,
                              A7Soaking (x02020@1)day-old bread in kero-sene.
             DmWell, (xx0231@1)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 (xx0231@1)Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone,
                                    A7He (x02020@1)never get up in the morning on a Saturday.
Dm (xx0231@1)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:

        DmNow (xx0231@1)the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof,
                            A7Burlington (x02020@1)Northern pulling out of the world.
      DmNow (xx0231@1)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:

          DmWell (xx0231@1)he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge,
                                     A7Hearing (x02020@1)the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane.
       DmHe (xx0231@1)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:

     DmMiss (xx0231@1)Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row,
                                A7Smuggled (x02020@1)in a brand new pair of alligator shoes,
         DmWith (xx0231@1)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:

       DmI (xx0231@1)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 (xx0231@1)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:

       DmI (xx0231@1)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:

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CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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   Dm (xx0231@1)    A7 (x02020@1) EADGBE  EADGBE
 xx0231  x02223


Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006
(clumsyband@hotmail.com)