Lyric A Sweet Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue Gun

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
any night i ll be willin to bet
there s a young girl
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
and pretty blue dreams

now it s raining it s pouring
the old mam is snoring
now i lay me down to sleep
i hear the sirens in the street
all the dreams are made of chrome
i have no way to get back home
i d rather die before i wake
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
and he s heard every hard luck story
at least a hundred times or more
he says check out time is 10 am
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
swindle a little out of her dreams
put a letter in the sign
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
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