Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Verse 1

Falling James, in the Tahoe mud,

Stick around to tell us all the tale.

Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl,

And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail;

Dancing in the Birmingham jail.

Verse 2

He took a hundred dollars off a, Slaughterhouse Joe,

Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge.

He got all liquored up on that road house corn,

Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette,

A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette.

Interlude

Verse 3

He bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese,

And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco.

With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four,

He left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door,

Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door.

Chorus 1

I said John, John; he's long gone,

Gone to Indiana; ain't never coming home.

I said John, John; he's long gone,

Gone to Indiana; ain't never coming home.

Verse 4

He's sitting in a sycamore, in St. John's wood,

Soaking day-old bread in kero-sene.

Well, he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog,

He's staying out of circulation, 'till the dogs get tired,

Out of circulation, 'ti'l the dogs get tired.

Verse 5

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone,

He never get up in the morning on a Saturday.

Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog,

Telling everyone he saw; "they went that-a-way, boys",

Telling everyone he saw; "they went that-a-way, boys".

Verse 6

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof,

Burlington Northern pulling out of the world.

Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw,

And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all,

A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all.

Verse 7

Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge,

Hearing the click-clack tapping of 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.

Verse 8

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,

Well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire,

They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire.

Chorus 2

I said John, John; he's long gone,

Gone to Indiana; ain't never coming home.

I said John, John; he's long gone,

Gone to Indiana; ain't never coming home.

Verse 9

Banging on the table with an old tin cup,

Sing; I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again.

Never kiss a Gun Street girl again,

I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again.

Chorus 3

I said John, John; he's long gone,

Gone to Indiana; ain't never coming home.

I said John, John; he's long gone,

Gone to Indiana; ain't never coming home.

Outro

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