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Gun
it's raining it's
and you bring a sweater
nebraska will never let you come home
and on and wine
by the thrifty mart
any i'll be willin to bet
there's a young
with sweet wishes
and blue dreams
there and gettin all wet

now a place off the drag
called the gilbert
there's a letters burned out in the sign
and better than a bus stop
and they do good
every it rains
for little girls
with nothing in their
but sweet wishes
and pretty jeans

now it's raining pouring
the old mam is
now i lay me to sleep
i hear the sirens in the
all the dreams are of chrome
i no way to get back home
i'd rather die before i
like marilyn
and my jeans out in
the street and the rain will 'em grow

now the night clerk he got a foot
and he's heard hard luck story
at least a hundred or more
he says out time is 10 am
and that's what he means
and you go up the
with sweet little
and pretty blue

now it's it's pouring
and hollywods fine
swindle a little out of her
put a in the sign
trust a scarecrow
wearin' shades dark
be of that old bow tie he wears
it takes a sweet little
from a blu gun
to put those ribbons in your hair
no that ain't no cherry
4th of july's all
just some playin' that second line
from the barrel of a blue gun

no that no cherry bomb
4th of all done
just fool playin' that second line
from the barrel of a pretty gun