A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun Lyrics

It's raining it's pouring

And you didn't bring a sweater

Nebraska will never let you come back home

And on hollywood and wine

By the thrifty mart sign

Any night i'll be willin to bet

There's a young girl

With sweet little wishes

And pretty blue dreams

Standin there and gettin all wet

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 jeans

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 blu 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