...GUN STREET GIRL... by Tom Waits
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from 'Rain Dogs' (1985)
Intro:
[Dm]
Verse 1:
[Dm] Falling James, in the Tahoe mud,
Stick around to tell us all the [A7]tale.
Well, he [Dm]fell in love with a Gun Street girl,
And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail;
Dancing in the Birmingham jail.
Verse 2:
He [Dm]took a hundred dollars off a, Slaughterhouse Joe,
Brought a brand new Michigan [A7]twenty-gauge.
He got [Dm]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.
Interlude:
[Dm] [A7] [Dm]
Verse 3:
He bought a [Dm]second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese,
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a [A7]Texaco.
With a p[Dm]awnshop radio, quarter past four,
He left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door,
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door.
Chorus 1:
I said [Dm]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.
Verse 4:
He's [Dm]sitting in a sycamore, in St. John's wood,
Soaking day-old bread in kero-[A7]sene.
Well, he was [Dm]blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog,
He's staying out of circulation, 'till the dogs get tired,
Out of circulation, 'ti'l the dogs get tired.
Verse 5:
[Dm] Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone,
He never get up in the morning on a [A7]Saturday.
[Dm] 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, boys".
Verse 6:
Now the [Dm]rain's like gravel on an old tin roof,
Burlington Northern pulling [A7]out of the world.
Now a [Dm]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.
Verse 7:
Well he's [Dm]riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge,
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a [A7]blind man's cane.
He was [Dm]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.
Verse 8:
Miss [Dm]Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row,
Smuggled in a brand new pair of [A7]alligator shoes,
With her [Dm]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.
Chorus 2:
I said [Dm]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.
Verse 9:
[Dm] 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.
Chorus 3:
I said [Dm]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.
Outro:
[Dm]
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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[Dm] [A7]
[EADGBE]xx0231 [EADGBE]x02223
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006
([email protected])
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from 'Rain Dogs' (1985)
Intro:
[Dm]
Verse 1:
[Dm] Falling James, in the Tahoe mud,
Stick around to tell us all the [A7]tale.
Well, he [Dm]fell in love with a Gun Street girl,
And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail;
Dancing in the Birmingham jail.
Verse 2:
He [Dm]took a hundred dollars off a, Slaughterhouse Joe,
Brought a brand new Michigan [A7]twenty-gauge.
He got [Dm]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.
Interlude:
[Dm] [A7] [Dm]
Verse 3:
He bought a [Dm]second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese,
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a [A7]Texaco.
With a p[Dm]awnshop radio, quarter past four,
He left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door,
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door.
Chorus 1:
I said [Dm]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.
Verse 4:
He's [Dm]sitting in a sycamore, in St. John's wood,
Soaking day-old bread in kero-[A7]sene.
Well, he was [Dm]blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog,
He's staying out of circulation, 'till the dogs get tired,
Out of circulation, 'ti'l the dogs get tired.
Verse 5:
[Dm] Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone,
He never get up in the morning on a [A7]Saturday.
[Dm] 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, boys".
Verse 6:
Now the [Dm]rain's like gravel on an old tin roof,
Burlington Northern pulling [A7]out of the world.
Now a [Dm]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.
Verse 7:
Well he's [Dm]riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge,
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a [A7]blind man's cane.
He was [Dm]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.
Verse 8:
Miss [Dm]Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row,
Smuggled in a brand new pair of [A7]alligator shoes,
With her [Dm]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.
Chorus 2:
I said [Dm]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.
Verse 9:
[Dm] 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.
Chorus 3:
I said [Dm]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.
Outro:
[Dm]
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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[Dm] [A7]
[EADGBE]xx0231 [EADGBE]x02223
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006
([email protected])
