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Gun Street Girl

Gun Street Girl

Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around and tell the tale
He fell in love with a gun street girl
Now, He's dancing in the Birmingham Jail
He's dancing in the Birmingham Jail

Took a hundred dollars off slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a brand new Michigan twenty guase
He got all liquored up on that old house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

On a secondhand Nova off a Cuban Chinese
Dried his hands in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, Quarter past four
He left Waukegan at the slamming of the door
He left Waukegan at the slamming of the door

I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northerns pulling out of this world
With 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

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a [?] new pair of alligator shoes
With a fireman's raincoat and a long yellow hat
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
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

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