Lyrics and translation Billy's Band - Gunstreet Girl
Однажды
ночью
я
спустился
в
бар
гостиницы,
купил
One
night,
I
went
down
to
the
hotel
bar,
bought
a
бутылку
виски
в
коричневой
картонной
упаковке,
bottle
of
whiskey
in
a
brown
paper
bag,
сидя
на
корточках
прислонившись
к
барной
стойке
squatting
down,
leaning
against
the
bar,
влил
в
себя
эту
очередную
порцию
отравляющей
poured
myself
another
dose
of
that
poisonous
радости,
подумал,
что
это
было
в
последний
раз,
joy,
thought
it
was
the
last
time,
поднялся
наверх,
покричал
в
унитаз
и
написал
новый
went
upstairs,
yelled
into
the
toilet,
and
wrote
a
new
блюз.
Он
назывался
- Завтрак
в
тюрьме.
На
самом
blues.
It
was
called
- Breakfast
in
Jail.
Actually,
деле
это
был
танец,
хотя
и
необычный.
Да,
и
вот
it
was
a
dance,
though
an
unusual
one.
Oh,
and
one
more
thing
-
ещё
что
- все
мужики,
все,
кто
сидел
там
внизу,
all
the
guys,
everyone
who
was
sitting
down
there,
все,
с
кем
я
разговаривал,
все
они
там
из-за
everyone
I
talked
to,
they're
all
in
there
because
of
женщины...
a
woman...
Falling
James
in
the
Tahoe
mud
Falling
James
in
the
Tahoe
mud
Stick
around
to
tell
us
all
the
tale
Stick
around
to
tell
us
all
the
tale
Well
he
fell
in
love
with
a
Gun
Street
girl
Well
he
fell
in
love
with
a
Gun
Street
girl
And
now
he's
dancing
in
the
Birmingham
jail
And
now
he's
dancing
in
the
Birmingham
jail
Dancing
in
the
Birmingham
jail
Dancing
in
the
Birmingham
jail
He
took
a
hundred
dollars
off
a
slaughterhouse
Joe
He
took
a
hundred
dollars
off
a
slaughterhouse
Joe
Brought
a
brand
new
Michigan
twenty-gauge
Brought
a
brand
new
Michigan
twenty-gauge
He
got
all
liquored
up
on
that
road
house
corn
He
got
all
liquored
up
on
that
road
house
corn
Blew
a
hole
in
the
hood
of
a
yellow
Corvette
Blew
a
hole
in
the
hood
of
a
yellow
Corvette
A
hole
in
the
hood
of
a
yellow
Corvette
A
hole
in
the
hood
of
a
yellow
Corvette
He
bought
a
second-hand
Nova
from
a
Cuban
Chinese
He
bought
a
second-hand
Nova
from
a
Cuban
Chinese
And
dyed
his
hair
in
the
bathroom
of
a
Texaco
And
dyed
his
hair
in
the
bathroom
of
a
Texaco
With
a
pawnshop
radio,
quarter
past
four
With
a
pawnshop
radio,
quarter
past
four
Now
he
left
for
Waukegan
at
the
slamming
of
the
door
Now
he
left
for
Waukegan
at
the
slamming
of
the
door
Left
for
Waukegan
at
the
slamming
of
the
door
Left
for
Waukegan
at
the
slamming
of
the
door
I
said
John,
John,
he's
long
gone
I
said
John,
John,
he's
long
gone
Gone
to
Indiana,
ain't
never
coming
home
Gone
to
Indiana,
ain't
never
coming
home
I
said
John,
John,
he's
long
gone
I
said
John,
John,
he's
long
gone
Gone
to
Indiana,
ain't
never
coming
home
Gone
to
Indiana,
ain't
never
coming
home
Now
we's
sitting
in
a
sycamore
in
St.
John's
wood
Now
we's
sitting
in
a
sycamore
in
St.
John's
wood
Soaking
day-old
bread
in
kerosene
Soaking
day-old
bread
in
kerosene
He
was
blue
as
a
robin's
egg
and
brown
as
a
hog
He
was
blue
as
a
robin's
egg
and
brown
as
a
hog
He's
staying
out
of
circulation
'til
the
dogs
get
tired
He's
staying
out
of
circulation
'til
the
dogs
get
tired
Out
of
circulation
'til
the
dogs
get
tired
Out
of
circulation
'til
the
dogs
get
tired
Shadow
fixed
the
toilet
with
an
old
trombone
Shadow
fixed
the
toilet
with
an
old
trombone
He
never
get
up
in
the
morning
on
a
Saturday
He
never
get
up
in
the
morning
on
a
Saturday
Sitting
by
the
Erie
with
a
bull-whipped
dog
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"
Telling
everyone
he
saw
- "They
went
that-a-way"
Telling
everyone
he
saw
- "They
went
that-a-way"
I
said
John,
John,
he's
long
gone
I
said
John,
John,
he's
long
gone
Gone
to
Indiana,
ain't
never
coming
home
Gone
to
Indiana,
ain't
never
coming
home
I
said
John,
John,
he's
long
gone
I
said
John,
John,
he's
long
gone
Gone
to
Indiana,
ain't
never
coming
home
Gone
to
Indiana,
ain't
never
coming
home
Now
the
rain's
like
gravel
on
an
old
tin
roof
Now
the
rain's
like
gravel
on
an
old
tin
roof
And
the
Burlington
Northern
pulling
out
of
the
world
And
the
Burlington
Northern
pulling
out
of
the
world
With
the
head
full
of
bourbon
and
a
dream
in
the
straw
With
the
head
full
of
bourbon
and
a
dream
in
the
straw
And
a
Gun
Street
girl
was
the
cause
of
it
all
And
a
Gun
Street
girl
was
the
cause
of
it
all
A
Gun
Street
girl
was
the
cause
of
it
all
A
Gun
Street
girl
was
the
cause
of
it
all
Sitting
in
the
table
with
an
old
tin
cup
Sitting
in
the
table
with
an
old
tin
cup
Sing
I’ll
never
kiss
the
gun
street
girl
again
Sing
I’ll
never
kiss
the
gun
street
girl
again
Never
kiss
the
gun
street
girl
again
Never
kiss
the
gun
street
girl
again
I’ll
never
kiss
the
gun
street
girl
again
I’ll
never
kiss
the
gun
street
girl
again
I’ll
never
kiss
the
gun
street
girl
again
I’ll
never
kiss
the
gun
street
girl
again
Oh,
John,
John...
Oh,
John,
John...
Oh,
John,
John...
Oh,
John,
John...
Oh,
John,
John...
Oh,
John,
John...
John,
John...
John,
John...
John,
John...
John,
John...
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