Gun Street Girl lyrics

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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