Tom Waits

its raining its pouring
and you didnt bring a sweater
nebraskall never let you come back home
and on hollywood and vine
by the trifty mart sign
and night ill be willin to bet
theres a young girl
with sweet little wishes
and pretty blue dreams
standin there and gettin all wet
now theres a place off the drag
called the gilbert hotel
theres a couple letters burned out the sign
and its better then a bus stop
and they do good business
every time it rains
for sweet little girls
with nothing in their jeans
but sweet little wishes
and pretty blue dreams
now its raining its pouring
the old man 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
id rather die before i wake
like marilyn monroe
and throw my dreams out in
the street and the
rain will make em grow
now the night clerk he got a club foot
and hes heard times or more
he says check out time is 10 am
and thats just what he means
and you go up the stairs
with sweet little wishes
and pretty blue dreams
now its raining its pouring
and hollywoods just fine
swindle a little out of her dreams
put a letter in the sign
never trust a scarecrow
wearin shades after dark
be areful of that old bow tie he wears
it takes asweet little bullet
from a pretty blue gun
to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair
no that aint no cherry bomb
4th of julys all done
just some fool playin that a second line
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun
no that aint no cherry bomb
4th of julys all done
get some fool playin that second line
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun.
[ A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun Lyrics ]