Gun Street Girl -via himself.spacedmonkeyFebruary 16 2013, 09:22:45 UTC
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 he's dancing in the Birmingham jail Dancing in the Birmingham jail
(Here is the tale of woe of James who chose unwisely in love and paid the price by ending up in prison in Alabama)
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
(Borrowed / won / stole money from a man who works in a slaughterhouse and purchased a shot gun, probably a Browning, that takes 20 gauge ammunition, then got drunk on cheap alcohol and shot an automobile.)
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
(Himself gave in with this stanza as it meant nothing to him at all, so, he bought a cheap car, dyed his hair at a garage and then left for a place neither of us had heard of.)
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
(Either this gentleman resettled in Indiana or is imprisoned there)
He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood Soaking day-old bread in kerosene Well he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog He's staying out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired
(Hiding in a tree eating bread dipped in kerosene while he is rather morose but brown as a nut and intending to stay out of the way until the blood hounds are called off)
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"
(He acquires a dog and takes up a disguise to mislead the police)
Now the rain's 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
(He takes a train while drunk and listens to the rain, regretting his involvement with that woman - I make no comment).
Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane 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
(He is a man slightly on edge)
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes 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
(The woman, not clear if it is the woman previously refered to or some-one else, dons a disguise as it appears to be all the rage these days and either takes up with a rich man or is rather done for).
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
(Ah, the follies of alcohol. Honestly, this is why we don't keep gin in the house.)
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
Stick around to tell us all the tale
Well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
(Here is the tale of woe of James who chose unwisely in love and paid the price by ending up in prison in Alabama)
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
(Borrowed / won / stole money from a man who works in a slaughterhouse and purchased a shot gun, probably a Browning, that takes 20 gauge ammunition, then got drunk on cheap alcohol and shot an automobile.)
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
(Himself gave in with this stanza as it meant nothing to him at all, so, he bought a cheap car, dyed his hair at a garage and then left for a place neither of us had heard of.)
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
(Either this gentleman resettled in Indiana or is imprisoned there)
He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
Well he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog
He's staying out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired
Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired
(Hiding in a tree eating bread dipped in kerosene while he is rather morose but brown as a nut and intending to stay out of the way until the blood hounds are called off)
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"
(He acquires a dog and takes up a disguise to mislead the police)
Now the rain's 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
(He takes a train while drunk and listens to the rain, regretting his involvement with that woman - I make no comment).
Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
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
(He is a man slightly on edge)
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
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
(The woman, not clear if it is the woman previously refered to or some-one else, dons a disguise as it appears to be all the rage these days and either takes up with a rich man or is rather done for).
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
(Ah, the follies of alcohol. Honestly, this is why we don't keep gin in the house.)
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
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