Gun Street Girl(2023 Remaster)

歌詞

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 Took a a hundred dollars off of slaughterhouse Joe Bought a brand new Michigan 20 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 Waukegan at the slamming of the door Left 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 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 stayed out of circulation 'till the dogs get tired Out of circulation 'till 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 thatta way, boss" Telling everyone he saw, "They went thatta way" 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 Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge And the click clack tapping of a blind man's cane He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve One eye on the pistol and the other on the door One eye on the 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 tired her to a tree with a skinny millionaire Tired 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 a 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