paroles de chanson A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun - Tom Waits
But
it's
raining,
it's
pouring
Didn't
bring
a
sweater
Nebraska
never
lets
you
come
back
home
No
Hollywood
wine
by
the
thrifty
mart
sign
Any
night,
I'll
be
willin'
to
bet
There's
a
young
girl
With
sweet
little
dreams,
pretty
blue
wishes
Standin'
there,
just
gettin'
all
wet
And
now
there's
a
place
off
the
drag
Called
the
Gilbert
Hotel
And
now
the
couple
letter
Burned
out
in
the
sign
And
it's
better
than
the
bus
stop
And
they
do
good
business
every
time
it
rains
For
little
girls
with
nothing
in
their
jeans
Pretty
blue
wishes,
sweet
little
dreams
And
it's
raining,
it's
pouring
The
old
man
is
snoring
Now
I
lay
me
down
to
sleep
I
hear
the
sirens
in
the
street
All
my
dreams
are
made
of
chrome
I
have
no
way
to
get
back
home
I'd
rather
die
before
I
wake
like
Marilyn
Monroe
And
you
could
throw
my
dreams
out
in
the
street
And
let
the
rain
make
'em
grow
Now
the
night
clerk,
he
got
a
club
foot
He's
heard
every
hard
luck
story
At
least
a
hundred
times
or
more
He
says,
check
out
time
is
10:00
a.m.
And
that's
just
what
he
means
Go
on
up
the
stairs
With
your
sweet
little
wishes
Your
pretty
blue
dreams
And
it's
raining,
it's
pouring
And
Hollywood's
just
fine
Swindle
a
little
girl
out
of
her
dreams
Now
the
letter
in
the
sign
Now,
never
trust
a
scarecrow
wearin'
shades
after
dark
Be
careful
of
that
old
bow
tie
he
wears
It
takes
a
sweet
little
bullet
from
a
pretty
blue
gun
To
put
those
scarlet
ribbons
in
your
hair
No,
that
ain't
no
cherry
bomb
Fourth
of
July's
all
done
It's
just
some
fool
playin'
that
second
line
From
the
barrel
of
a
pretty
blue
gun
No,
that
ain't
no
cherry
bomb
Fourth
of
July's
all
done
That
some
fool
playin'
that
second
line
From
the
barrel
of
a
pretty
blue
gun
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