Tom Waits

Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to
Tell us all the tale
Well he fell in love
With a Gun Street girl
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette

John John he's long gone
Well he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home
John John
He's long gone
Well he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home

Well he took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
He got all liquored up on the road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow corvette

John John is long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home
John John
Is long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home

Miss Charlotte took her satchel
Down to King Fish Row
Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair
They tied her to a tree
With a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree
With a skinny millionaire

John John
He's long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home
John John
He's long gone
Why he's gone to Indiana
He ain't never coming home

John John
John John
My papa was a rollin' stone
My papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he hung
He said was his home
When he died all
He left us was alone
John John


John John
John John

Now I was banging on a table
With an old tin cup
Sing I'll never kiss a
Gun Street girl again
I will never kiss a
Gun Street girl again
I will never kiss a
Gun Street girl again
John John
John John
John John
John John
John John
John John
John John