Tom Waits – Gun Street Girl (Ukulele)

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---------------------............. *from 'Rain Dogs' (1985)* Intro: Am Verse 1:

Am
 Falling James, in the Tahoe mud,

                                E7
Stick around to tell us all the tale.

         Am
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl,

And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail; Dancing in the Birmingham jail. Verse 2:

   Am
He took a hundred dollars off a, Slaughterhouse Joe,

                             E7
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge.

       Am
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. Interlude: Am E7 Am Verse 3:

            Am
He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese,

                                       E7
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco.

        Am
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. Chorus 1:

       Am
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. Verse 4:

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

                              E7
Soaking day-old bread in kero-sene.

             Am
Well, 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, 'ti'l the dogs get tired. Verse 5:

Am
 Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone,

                                    E7
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday.

Am
 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:

        Am
Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof,

                            E7
Burlington Northern pulling out of the world.

      Am
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. Verse 7:

          Am
Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge,

                                     E7
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane.

       Am
He was 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:

     Am
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row,

                                E7
Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes,

         Am
With her 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:

       Am
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. Verse 9:

Am
 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:

       Am
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. Outro: Am CHORD DIAGRAMS: --------------- Am E7 EADGBE EADGBE xx0231 x02223 Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 ([email protected])