Текст песни Tom Waits - A Sweet Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue
Tom Waits - A Sweet Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue слова песни
Its raining its pouringAnd you didnt bring a sweaterNebraska will never let you come back homeAnd on hollywood and wineBy the thrifty mart signAny night Ill be willin to betTheres a young girlWith sweet little wishesAnd pretty blue dreamsStandin there and gettin all wetNow theres a place off the dragCalled the gilbert hotelTheres a couple letters burned out in the signAnd its better than a bus stopAnd they do good buisnessEvery time it rainsFor sweet little girlsWith nothing in their jeansBut sweet little wishesAnd pretty blue jeansNow its raining its pouringThe old mam is snoringNow I lay me down to sleepI hear the sirens in the streetAll the dreams are made of chromeI have no way to get back homeId rather die before I wakeLike marilyn monroeAnd throw my jeans out inThe street and the rain will make em growNow the night clerk he got a club footAnd hes heard every hard luck storyAt least a hundred times or moreHe says check out time is 10 amAnd thats just what he meansAnd you go up the stairsWith sweet little wishesAnd pretty blue dreamsNow its raining its pouringAnd hollywods just fineSwindle a little out of her dreamsPut a letter in the signNever trust a scarecrowWearin shades after darkBe careful of that old bow tie he wearsIt takes a sweet little bulletFrom a pretty blu gunTo put those scarlet ribbons in your hairNo that aint no cherry bomb4th of julys all doneJust some fool playin that second lineFrom the barrel of a pretty blue gunNo that aint no cherry bomb4th of julys all doneJust some fool playin that second lineFrom the barrel of a pretty blue gun