Tom Waits - A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun(Vinyl) | Текст песни

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Well it's raining it's pouring
you didn't bring a sweater
Nebraska will never let you come back home

Now on Hollywood and Vine
by the Thrifty Mart sign
any night I'll be willin to bet

there's a young girl
with sweet little dreams and pretty blue wishes
standin there just gettin all wet

Now there's a place off the drag
called the Gilbert Hotel
and there's a couple letters
burned out in the sign

and it's better than a bus stop
they do good business every time it rains
for little girls with nothing in their jeans
but pretty blue wishes and sweet little dreams

and its raining its pouring
the old man is snoring
now I lay me down to sleep
I hear the sirens in the street
all my dreams are made of chrome
I have no way to get back home
I'd rather die before I wake
like Marilyn Monroe(7)
and you could throw my dreams out in the street
and let the rain make 'em grow

now the night clerk he got a club foot
he's heard every hard luck story
at least a hundred times or more

he says check out time is 10 am
and thats just what it means
go on up the stairs
with sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams

and it's raining its pouring
and Hollywood's just fine
swindle a little girl out of her dreams
another letter in the sign

now never trust a scarecrow wearin shades after dark
be careful of that old bow tie he wears
it takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun
to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair

no that ain't no cherry bomb
fourth of July's all done
just some fool playin that second line
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun

o that ain't no cherry bomb
fourth of July's all done
just some fool playin that second line
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun

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