Текст песни Tom Waits - A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun

Well it's raining it's pouring, you didn't bring a sweater 
Nebraska'll never let you come back home 

Hollywood and Vine by the Thrifty Mart sign 
any night I'll be willin' to bet 

There's a young girl with sweet little dreams and pretty blue wishes 
standin' there just gettin' all wet 

And there's a place off the drag called the Gilbert Hotel 
and there's a couple letters burned out in the sign 

And it's better than a bus stop they do good business every time it rains 

for little girls with nothing in their jeans 
  but pretty blue wishes and sweet little jeans 

And it's raining it's pouring, the old man is snoring 

Now I lay me down to sleep 

I hear the sirens in the street 

All my dreams are made of chrome 
I have no way to get back home 

I'd rather die before I wake 
like Marilyn Monroe 
and you could throw my dreams out in the street 
and let the rain   make 'em grow 

(Solo) 

Now the night clerk he got a club foot 

He's heard every hard luck story 
at least a hundred times or more 
He says: Check out time is 10 a.m. 

and that's just what it means 

Go on up the stairs 
with sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams 

And it's raining it's pouring and Hollywood's just fine 
Swindle a little girl out of her dreams 
another letter in the sign 

Now 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 blue gun 
to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair 

(Solo) 

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