It's raining it's pouringAnd you didn't bring a
sweaterNebraska will never let you come back homeAnd on
hollywood and wineBy the thrifty mart signAny night i'll be
willin to betThere's a young girlWith sweet little wishesAnd
pretty blue dreamsStandin there and gettin all wetNow
there's a place off the dragCalled the gilbert
hotelThere's a couple letters burned out in the signAnd
it's better than a bus stopAnd they do good buisnessEvery
time it rainsFor sweet little girlsWith nothing in their
jeansBut sweet little wishesAnd pretty blue jeansNow it's
raining it's pouringThe old mam is snoringNow i lay me down
to sleepI hear the sirens in the streetAll the dreams are made of
chromeI have no way to get back homeI'd rather die before i
wakeLike marilyn monroeAnd throw my jeans out inThe street and
the rain will make 'em growNow the night clerk he got a
club footAnd he's heard every hard luck storyAt least a
hundred times or moreHe says check out time is 10 amAnd
that's just what he meansAnd you go up the stairsWith sweet
little wishesAnd pretty blue dreamsNow it's raining
it's pouringAnd hollywods just fineSwindle a little out of
her dreamsPut a letter in the signNever trust a
scarecrowWearin' shades after darkBe careful of that old
bow tie he wearsIt takes a sweet little bulletFrom a pretty blu
gunTo put those scarlet ribbons in your hairNo that ain't
no cherry bomb4th of july's all doneJust some fool
playin' that second lineFrom the barrel of a pretty blue
gunNo that ain't no cherry bomb4th of july's all
doneJust some fool playin' that second lineFrom the barrel
of a pretty blue gun
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