Waits Tom - "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 there's a young girl any night i'll be willin to bet 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 now it's raining it's pouring and pretty blue jeans the old mam is snoring i hear the sirens in the street now i lay me down to sleep all the dreams are made of chrome i'd rather die before i wake i have no way to get back home 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 he says check out time is 10 am and he's heard every hard luck story at least a hundred times or more 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 put a letter in the sign swindle a little out of her dreams wearin' shades after dark never trust a scarecrow it takes a sweet little bullet be careful of that old bow tie he wears to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair from a pretty blu gun no that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of july's all done just some fool playin' that second line no that ain't no cherry bomb from the barrel of a pretty blue gun just some fool playin' that second line 4th of july's all done from the barrel of a pretty blue gun