now there's
a place off the drag
called
the gilbert hotel
there's
a couple letters burned out in the sign
and
it's better than a bus stop
and
they do good buisness
every
time it rains
for
sweet little girls
with
nothing in their jeans
but
sweet little wishes
and
pretty blue dreams
now it's
raining it's pouring
the
old mam is snoring
now
i lay me down to sleep
i hear
the sirens in the street
all
the dreams are made of chrome
i have
no way to get back home
i'd
rather die before i wake
like
marilyn monroe
and
throw my jeans out in
the
street and the rain will make 'em grow
now the
night clerk he got a club foot
and
he's heard every hard luck story
at least
a hundred times or more
he says
check out time is 10 am
and
that's just what he means
and
you go up the stairs
with
sweet little wishes
and
pretty blue dreams
now it's
raining it's pouring
and
hollywods just fine
swindle
a little out of her dreams
put
a letter in the sign
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
4th
of july's all done
just
some fool playin' that second line
from
the barrel of a pretty blue gun
no that
ain't no cherry bomb
4th
of july's all done
just
some fool playin' that second line
from
the barrel of a pretty blue gun
Marco Giunco |
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