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Gun
it's raining pouring
and you didn't a sweater
will never let you come back home
and on and wine
by the thrifty sign
any night i'll be to bet
a young girl
with sweet little
and blue dreams
standin and gettin all wet

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

now it's it's pouring
the old mam is
now i lay me down to
i hear the in the street
all the dreams are of chrome
i no way to get back home
i'd rather die i wake
marilyn monroe
and throw my out in
the street and the rain will 'em grow

now the night clerk he got a club
and he's heard every hard story
at least a hundred or more
he check out time is 10 am
and that's just he means
and you go up the
with sweet little
and pretty dreams

now it's raining pouring
and hollywods just
swindle a out of her dreams
put a letter in the
never trust a
wearin' shades after
be of that old bow tie he wears
it takes a sweet little
from a blu gun
to put those scarlet in your hair
no that no cherry bomb
4th of july's all
just fool playin' that second line
from the barrel of a pretty gun

no that no cherry bomb
4th of all done
just some fool that second line
from the barrel of a blue gun