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GUN STREET GIRL TOM WAITS Dm Dm Falling James in the Tahoe mud Dm Am7 Stick around to tell us all the tale Dm Well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl Dm And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail Dm Dancing in the Birmingham jail Dm He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe Dm Am7 Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge Dm He got all liquored up on that road house corn Dm Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette Dm A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette Dm He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese Dm Am7 And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco Dm With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four Dm He left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door Dm Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door Chorus: Dm I said John, John, he's long gone Dm Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home Dm I said John, John, he's long gone Dm 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 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 Dm I said John, John, he's long gone Dm Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home Dm I said John, John, he's long gone Dm 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 ***************************************************************************************** The above is solely MY INTERPRETATION of this great song, in a format aimed at learning guitarists. No attempt has been made to copy or reproduce the artist's or publisher's sheet music for the song, if such exists. It can be used for INFORMATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY. To play the song as it should be played, you should purchase the official sheetmusic for the song. You should also purchase and listen to the song to learn the rhythm and timing of the song - this is essential if you wish to play the song with any degree of accuracy *****************************************************************************************