Gun Street Girl Chords by Tom Waits
Tempo:
64.25 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
D
A
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
One, two, three.
[Dm]
Following James in the car home,
Stick around to tell us all the [A] tale.
Really fell in love with a gun street [D] girl.
And I was dancing in the Birmingham jail.
[Dm] Dancing in the Birmingham jail.
Took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse joke.
Bought a brand Michigan 20 [A] gauge.
[D] He got a whole record up on that roadhouse corn.
Slew the whole load of yellow COVID.
The whole [Dm] load of yellow COVID.
He bought a second hand over from a Cuban Chinese.
And died his head in the bathroom of a [A] Texaco.
I [Dm] waited upon a chopper radio, called the best four.
And left Walt Keegan at the slamming of the door.
Left Walt Keegan at the slamming of the door.
Said John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home.
But if John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home.
Sitting in a sycamore at St.
John's.
[D] With a soaking day of old bread [A] and kerosene.
But he was blue as a robin, thick and brown as a hog.
He said, out of circulation till the dogs get tired.
Out of circulation [D] till the dogs get tired.
[Dm] Shadow fixed a tar with an old [D] trombone.
He'd never get up in the morning on a [A] Saturday.
[Dm] Sitting by the Erie with a [D] bull whipped dog.
[Dm] Telling everyone it's all that went that-a-way.
Boy, telling everyone it's all that went that-a-way.
Showering like gravel on an old tin roof.
Burning the north and [A] pulling out of the world.
[D] Now a head full of bourbon and a dream [Am] in the straw.
And a gun-streaking girl was the cause of all.
Gun [D]-streaking girl was the cause of all.
[Dm] Death riding in the shadow by the seat door.
And the click-clack-tapping of a [A] blind man's cane.
He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve.
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door.
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door.
[Dm] Miss Charlotte took the satchel down to Kingfisher Road.
Snuggled in a brand new [A] pair of alligator shoes.
[Dm] With a fine mandarin coat and a long yellow hair.
Well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire.
Tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire.
I said, John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
I said, John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
Banging on the table with an old tin cup.
I said, I'll never kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
Never kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
I'll never [D] kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
I said, John, John, he's [Dm] long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
I said, John, John, [D] he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
[Dm]
Following James in the car home,
Stick around to tell us all the [A] tale.
Really fell in love with a gun street [D] girl.
And I was dancing in the Birmingham jail.
[Dm] Dancing in the Birmingham jail.
Took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse joke.
Bought a brand Michigan 20 [A] gauge.
[D] He got a whole record up on that roadhouse corn.
Slew the whole load of yellow COVID.
The whole [Dm] load of yellow COVID.
He bought a second hand over from a Cuban Chinese.
And died his head in the bathroom of a [A] Texaco.
I [Dm] waited upon a chopper radio, called the best four.
And left Walt Keegan at the slamming of the door.
Left Walt Keegan at the slamming of the door.
Said John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home.
But if John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home.
Sitting in a sycamore at St.
John's.
[D] With a soaking day of old bread [A] and kerosene.
But he was blue as a robin, thick and brown as a hog.
He said, out of circulation till the dogs get tired.
Out of circulation [D] till the dogs get tired.
[Dm] Shadow fixed a tar with an old [D] trombone.
He'd never get up in the morning on a [A] Saturday.
[Dm] Sitting by the Erie with a [D] bull whipped dog.
[Dm] Telling everyone it's all that went that-a-way.
Boy, telling everyone it's all that went that-a-way.
Showering like gravel on an old tin roof.
Burning the north and [A] pulling out of the world.
[D] Now a head full of bourbon and a dream [Am] in the straw.
And a gun-streaking girl was the cause of all.
Gun [D]-streaking girl was the cause of all.
[Dm] Death riding in the shadow by the seat door.
And the click-clack-tapping of a [A] blind man's cane.
He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve.
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door.
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door.
[Dm] Miss Charlotte took the satchel down to Kingfisher Road.
Snuggled in a brand new [A] pair of alligator shoes.
[Dm] With a fine mandarin coat and a long yellow hair.
Well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire.
Tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire.
I said, John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
I said, John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
Banging on the table with an old tin cup.
I said, I'll never kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
Never kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
I'll never [D] kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
I said, John, John, he's [Dm] long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
I said, John, John, [D] he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
Key:
Dm
D
A
Am
Dm
D
A
Am
One, two, three.
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Following James in the car home,
Stick around to tell us all the [A] tale.
_ Really fell in love with a gun street [D] girl. _
And I was dancing in the Birmingham jail.
[Dm] Dancing in the Birmingham jail.
_ _ Took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse joke.
Bought a brand Michigan 20 [A] gauge.
_ [D] He got a whole record up on that roadhouse corn.
Slew the whole load of yellow COVID.
The whole [Dm] load of yellow COVID.
_ _ He bought a second hand over from a Cuban Chinese.
And died his head in the bathroom of a [A] Texaco.
I [Dm] waited upon a chopper radio, called the best four.
And left Walt Keegan at the slamming of the door.
Left Walt Keegan at the slamming of the door.
Said John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home.
But if John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home. _ _
Sitting in a sycamore at St.
John's.
[D] With a soaking day of old bread [A] and kerosene. _
But he was blue as a robin, thick and brown as a hog.
He said, out of circulation till the dogs get tired.
Out of circulation [D] till the dogs get tired.
[Dm] _ Shadow fixed a tar with an old [D] trombone.
He'd never get up in the morning on a [A] Saturday.
_ _ [Dm] Sitting by the Erie with a [D] bull whipped dog.
_ [Dm] Telling everyone it's all that went that-a-way.
Boy, telling everyone it's all that went that-a-way.
_ Showering like gravel on an old tin roof.
Burning the north and [A] pulling out of the world.
_ [D] Now a head full of bourbon and a dream [Am] in the straw.
_ And a gun-streaking girl was the cause of all.
Gun [D]-streaking girl was the cause of all.
[Dm] Death riding in the shadow by the seat door.
And the click-clack-tapping of a [A] blind man's cane.
He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve.
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door.
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door.
[Dm] Miss Charlotte took the satchel down to Kingfisher Road.
Snuggled in a brand new [A] pair of alligator shoes.
[Dm] With a fine mandarin coat and a long yellow hair.
_ Well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire.
Tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire.
I said, John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
I said, John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
Banging on the table with an old tin cup.
_ _ I said, I'll never kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
Never kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
I'll never [D] kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
I said, John, John, he's [Dm] long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
I said, John, John, [D] he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Following James in the car home,
Stick around to tell us all the [A] tale.
_ Really fell in love with a gun street [D] girl. _
And I was dancing in the Birmingham jail.
[Dm] Dancing in the Birmingham jail.
_ _ Took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse joke.
Bought a brand Michigan 20 [A] gauge.
_ [D] He got a whole record up on that roadhouse corn.
Slew the whole load of yellow COVID.
The whole [Dm] load of yellow COVID.
_ _ He bought a second hand over from a Cuban Chinese.
And died his head in the bathroom of a [A] Texaco.
I [Dm] waited upon a chopper radio, called the best four.
And left Walt Keegan at the slamming of the door.
Left Walt Keegan at the slamming of the door.
Said John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home.
But if John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he ain't never coming home. _ _
Sitting in a sycamore at St.
John's.
[D] With a soaking day of old bread [A] and kerosene. _
But he was blue as a robin, thick and brown as a hog.
He said, out of circulation till the dogs get tired.
Out of circulation [D] till the dogs get tired.
[Dm] _ Shadow fixed a tar with an old [D] trombone.
He'd never get up in the morning on a [A] Saturday.
_ _ [Dm] Sitting by the Erie with a [D] bull whipped dog.
_ [Dm] Telling everyone it's all that went that-a-way.
Boy, telling everyone it's all that went that-a-way.
_ Showering like gravel on an old tin roof.
Burning the north and [A] pulling out of the world.
_ [D] Now a head full of bourbon and a dream [Am] in the straw.
_ And a gun-streaking girl was the cause of all.
Gun [D]-streaking girl was the cause of all.
[Dm] Death riding in the shadow by the seat door.
And the click-clack-tapping of a [A] blind man's cane.
He was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve.
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door.
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door.
[Dm] Miss Charlotte took the satchel down to Kingfisher Road.
Snuggled in a brand new [A] pair of alligator shoes.
[Dm] With a fine mandarin coat and a long yellow hair.
_ Well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire.
Tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire.
I said, John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
I said, John, John, he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
Banging on the table with an old tin cup.
_ _ I said, I'll never kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
Never kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
I'll never [D] kiss a gun-streaking girl again.
I said, John, John, he's [Dm] long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more.
I said, John, John, [D] he's long gone.
Gone to Indiana, he'll never come no more. _ _ _ _ _
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