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


Intro:

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Verse 1:

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 Falling James, in the Tahoe mud,
                                A7
Stick around to tell us all the tale.
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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:

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He took a hundred dollars off a, Slaughterhouse Joe,
                             A7
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge.
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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:

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Verse 3:

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He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese,
                                       A7
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco.
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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:

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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:

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He's sitting in a sycamore, in St. John's wood,
                              A7
Soaking day-old bread in kero-sene.
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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:

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 Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone,
                                    A7
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday.
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 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:

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Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof,
                            A7
Burlington Northern pulling out of the world.
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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:

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Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge,
                                     A7
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane.
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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:

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Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row,
                                A7
Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes,
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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:

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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:

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 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:

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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:

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