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A sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun

by Tom Waits


it´s raining it´s pouring
and you didn´t bring a sweater
nebraska´ll never let you come back home
and on hollywood and vine
by the trifty mart sign
and night i´ll be willin´ to bet
there´s a young girl
with sweet little wishes
and pretty blue dreams
standin´ there and gettin´ all wet

now there´s a place off the drag
called the gilbert hotel
there´s a couple letters burned out the sign
and it´s better then a bus stop
and they do good business
every time it rains
for sweet little girls
with nothing in their jeans
but sweet little wishes
and pretty blue dreams
now it´s raining it´s pouring
the old man is snoring
now i lay me down to sleep
i hear the sirens in the street
all the dreams are made of chrome
i have no way to get back home
i´d rather die before i wake
like marilyn monroe
and throw my dreams out in
the street and the
rain will make em grow

now the night clerk he got a club foot
and he´s heard times or more
he says check out time is 10 am

and that´s just what he means
and you go up the stairs
with sweet little wishes
and pretty blue dreams

now it´s raining it´s pouring
and hollywoods just fine
swindle a little out of her dreams
put a letter in the sign
never trust a scarecrow
wearin´ shades after dark
be areful of that old bow tie he wears
it takes asweet little bullet
from a pretty blue gun
to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair
no that ain´t no cherry bomb
4th of july´s all done
just some fool playin´ that a second line
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun

no that ain´t no cherry bomb
4th of july´s all done
get some fool playin´ that second line
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun.





 

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