A Sweet Little Bullet From A Pretty Blue Gun

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

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

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

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

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

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

         Am
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
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I have no way to get back home

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

(Solo)

        Am
Now the night clerk he got a club foot

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

and that's just what it means

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

         Am                                        D7/F#
And it's raining it's pouring and Hollywood's just fine
Am
Swindle a little girl out of her dreams
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another letter in the sign

    Am

Now never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark
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 be careful of that old bow tie he wears

It takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun
             D7/F#           E         Am
to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair

(Solo)

         Am
No, that ain't no cherry bomb
                  D/F#
4th of July's all done

Just some fool playin' that second line
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from the barrel of a pretty blue gun

         Am
No, that ain't no cherry bomb
                  D/F#
4th of July's all done

Just some fool playin' that second line
         D7/F#       E           Am
from the barrel of a pretty blue gun