Gun Street Girl

Falling James in the Tahoe mud

Stick around to tell us all a tale

Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl

Now he's 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 roadhouse corn

Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

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

He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood

Soaking day old bread in kerosene

He was 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 till the dogs get tired

Now the rain like gravel on an old tin roof

The Burlington Northern pulling out of the world

With 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

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

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

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

Coming home

Ain't coming home

Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home

Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home