...GUN STREET GIRL... by Tom Waits ---------------------............. *from 'Rain Dogs' (1985)* Intro: Dm Verse 1:

^Dm Falling James, in the Tahoe mud, Stick around to tell us all the ^A7tale. Well, he ^Dmfell in love with a Gun Street girl, And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail; Dancing in the Birmingham jail.

Verse 2:

He ^Dmtook a hundred dollars off a, Slaughterhouse Joe, Brought a brand new Michigan ^A7twenty-gauge. He got ^Dmall 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 ^Dmsecond-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese, And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a ^A7Texaco. With a p^Dmawnshop 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 ^DmJohn, 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 ^Dmsitting in a sycamore, in St. John's wood, Soaking day-old bread in kero-^A7sene. Well, he was ^Dmblue 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 ^A7Saturday. ^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 ^Dmrain's like gravel on an old tin roof, Burlington Northern pulling ^A7out of the world. Now a ^Dmhead 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 ^Dmriding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge, Hearing the click-clack tapping of a ^A7blind man's cane. He was ^Dmpulling 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 ^DmCharlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row, Smuggled in a brand new pair of ^A7alligator shoes, With her ^Dmfireman'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 ^DmJohn, 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 ^DmJohn, 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: --------------- Dm A7 EADGBE EADGBE xx0231 x02223 Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

Tom Waits - Gun street girl