Gun Street Girl

[Verse 1]
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around and tell the tale
He fell in love with a gun street girl
Now, He's dancing in the Birmingham Jail
He's dancing in the Birmingham Jail

[Verse 2]
Took a hundred dollars off slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a brand new Michigan twenty guase
He got all liquored up on that old house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette

[Verse 3]
On a secondhand Nova off a Cuban Chinese
Dried his hands in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, Quarter past four
He lеft Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
Hе left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door

[Bridge]
I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

[Verse 4]
Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northerns pullin' out of this 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

[Verse 5]
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a [?] new pair of alligator shoes
With a fireman's raincoat and a long yellow hat
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

[Refrain]
I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home

I said John, John he's long gone
Probably Indiana ain't never coming home