Текст песни Joni Mitchell - The Dry Cleaner from Des Moines
Joni Mitchell - The Dry Cleaner from Des Moines слова песни
Words by joni mitchellMusic by charles mingusIm down to a roll of dimesIm stalking the slot thats hotI keep hearing bells all around meJingling in the lucky jackpotsThey keep you tantalizedThey keep you reaching for your walletHere in fools paradise!I talked to a cat from des moinesHe said he ran a cleaning plantThat cat was clanking with coinWell, he must have had a genie in a lampcause every time--i dropped a dime--i blew itHe kept ringing bellsNothing to it!He got three orangesThree lemonsThree cherriesThree plumsIm losing my taste for fruitWatching the dry cleaner do itLike midas in a polyester suitIts all luck!Its just luck!You get a little lucky and you make a little money!I followed him down the stripHe picked out a booth at circus circusWhere the cowgirls fill the roomWith their big balloonsThe cleaner was pitching with purpose!He had dinos and pooh bearsAnd lions--pink and blue thereHe couldnt lose there!Des moines was stacking the chipsRaking off the tablesRinging the bandits bellsThis is a story thats a drag to tell(in some ways)Since I lost every dimeI laid on the lineBut the cleaner from des moinesCould put a coinIn the door of a johnAnd get twenty for oneIts just luck!