it's raining it's pouring
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and you didn't bring a sweater
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nebraska'll never let you come back home
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and on hollywood and vine
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by the trifty mart sign
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and night i'll be willin' to bet
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there's a young girl
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with sweet little wishes
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and pretty blue dreams
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standin' there and gettin' all wet
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now there's a place off the drag
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called the gilbert hotel
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there's a couple letters burned out the sign
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and it's better then a bus stop
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and they do good business
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every time it rains
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for sweet little girls
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with nothing in their jeans
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but sweet little wishes
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and pretty blue dreams
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now it's raining it's pouring
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the old man is snoring
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now i lay me down to sleep
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i hear the sirens in the street
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all the dreams are made of chrome
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i have no way to get back home
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i'd rather die before i wake
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like marilyn monroe
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and throw my dreams out in
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the street and the
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rain will make em grow
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now the night clerk he got a club foot
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and he's heard times or more
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he says check out time is 10 am
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and that's just what he means
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and you go up the stairs
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with sweet little wishes
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and pretty blue dreams
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now it's raining it's pouring
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and hollywoods just fine
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swindle a little out of her dreams
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put a letter in the sign
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never trust a scarecrow
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wearin' shades after dark
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be areful of that old bow tie he wears
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it takes asweet little bullet
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from a pretty blue gun
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to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair
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no that ain't no cherry bomb
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4th of july's all done
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just some fool playin' that a second line
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from the barrel of a pretty blue gun
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no that ain't no cherry bomb
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4th of july's all done
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get some fool playin' that second line
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from the barrel of a pretty blue gun.
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A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun
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Tom Waits |