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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


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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

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