a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun
Singer:waits, tom
it's raining it's pouring
and you didn't bring a sweater
nebraska'll never let you come back home
and on hollywood and vine
and night i'll be willin' to bet
standin' there and gettin' all wet
now there's a place off the drag
there's a couple letters burned out the sign
and it's better then a bus stop
and they do good business
with nothing in their jeans
now it's raining it's pouring
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
and throw my dreams out in
now the night clerk he got a club foot
and he's heard times or more
he says check out time is 10 am
and that's just what he means
now it's raining it's pouring
swindle a little out of her dreams
wearin' shades after dark
be areful of that old bow tie he wears
it takes asweet little bullet
to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair
no that ain't no cherry bomb
just some fool playin' that a second line
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun
no that ain't no cherry bomb
get some fool playin' that second line
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun.