Falling james in the tahoe mud Stick around to tell us all the tale Well he fell in love with a gun street girl And now hes dancing in the birmingham jail Dancing in the birmingham jail
He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse joe Brought a brand new michigan twenty-gauge He got 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
He bought a second-hand nova from a cuban chinese And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four He left for waukegan at the slamming of the door Left for waukegan at the slamming of the door
I said john, john, hes long gone Gone to indiana, aint never coming home I said john, john, hes long gone Gone to indiana, aint never coming home
Hes sitting in a sycamore in st. johns wood Soaking day-old bread in kerosene Well he was blue as a robins egg and brown as a hog Hes 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 rains like gravel on an old tin roof And the 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 hes riding in the shadow by the st. joe ridge Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind mans cane He was pulling into baker on a new years 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 firemans 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
I said john, john, hes long gone Gone to indiana, aint never coming home I said john, john, hes long gone Gone to indiana, aint never coming home
Banging on the table with an old tin cup Sing Ill never kiss a gun street girl again Never kiss a gun street girl again Ill never kiss a gun street girl again
I said john, john, hes long gone Gone to indiana, aint never coming home I said john, john, hes long gone Gone to indiana, aint never coming home