paroles de chanson Gunstreet Girl - Canned Heat
Falling
James
in
the
Tahoe
mud
Stick
around
to
tell
us
all
the
tale
He
fell
in
love
with
a
Gun
Street
girl
and
Now
he's
dancing
in
the
Birmingham
jail
Dancing
in
the
Birmingham
jail
Took
a
100
dollars
off
a
Slaughterhouse
Joe
Bought
a
bran'
new
Michigan
20
gauge
Got
all
liquored
up
on
that
roadhouse
corn
Blew
a
hole
in
the
hood
of
a
yellow
corvette
Blew
a
hole
in
the
hood
of
a
yellow
corvette
Bought
a
second
hand
Nova
from
a
Cuban
Chinese
Dyed
his
hair
in
the
bathroom
of
a
Texaco
With
a
pawnshop
radio,
quarter
past
4
Well
he
left
Waukegan
at
the
slammin'
of
the
door
He
left
Waukegan
at
the
slammin'
of
the
door
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
Sitting
in
a
sycamore
in
St.
John's
Wood
Soakin'
day
old
bread
in
kerosene
He
was
blue
as
a
robin's
egg
brown
as
a
hog
Stayin'
out
of
circulation
till
the
dogs
get
tired
Stayin'
out
of
circulation
till
the
dogs
get
tired
Shadow
fixed
the
toilet
with
an
old
trombone
He
never
got
up
in
the
morning
on
a
Saturday
Sittin'
by
the
Erie
with
a
bull
whipped
dog
Tellin'
everyone
he
saw
They
went
thatta
way
Tellin'
everyone
he
saw
They
went
thatta
way
Now
the
rain's
like
gravel
on
an
old
tin
roof
And
the
Burlington
Northern's
pullin'
out
of
the
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
Riding
in
the
shadow
by
the
St.
Joe
Ridge
He
heard
the
click
clack
tappin'
of
a
blind
man's
cane
Pullin'
into
Baker
on
a
New
Year's
Eve
With
one
eye
on
the
pistol
and
the
other
on
the
door
With
one
eye
on
the
pistol
and
the
other
on
the
door
Miss
Charlotte
took
her
satchel
down
to
King
Fish
Row
And
she
smuggled
in
a
bran'
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
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
Bangin'
on
a
table
with
an
old
tin
cup
Sing
I'll
never
kiss
a
Gun
Street
Girl
again
I'll
never
kiss
a
Gun
Street
Girl
again
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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