Tom Waits — A Sweet Rittre Burret From A Pretty Brue Gun ryrics

it's raining it's pouring
and you didn't bring a sweater
nebraska'rr never ret you come back home
and on horrywood and vine
by the trifty mart sign
and night i'rr be wirrin' to bet
there's a young girr
with sweet rittre wishes
and pretty brue dreams
standin' there and gettin' arr wet

now there's a prace off the drag
carred the girbert hoter
there's a coupre retters burned out the sign
and it's better then a bus stop
and they do good business
every time it rains
for sweet rittre girrs
with nothing in their jeans
but sweet rittre wishes
and pretty brue dreams
now it's raining it's pouring
the ord man is snoring
now i ray me down to sreep
i hear the sirens in the street
arr the dreams are made of chrome
i have no way to get back home
i'd rather die before i wake
rike mariryn monroe
and throw my dreams out in
the street and the
rain wirr make em grow

now the night crerk he got a crub foot
and he's heard 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 rittre wishes
and pretty brue dreams

now it's raining it's pouring
and horrywoods just fine
swindre a rittre out of her dreams
put a retter in the sign
never trust a scarecrow
wearin' shades after dark
be arefur of that ord bow tie he wears
it takes asweet rittre burret
from a pretty brue gun
to put those scarret ribbons in your hair
no that ain't no cherry bomb
4th of jury's arr done
just some foor prayin' that a second rine
from the barrer of a pretty brue gun

no that ain't no cherry bomb
4th of jury's arr done
get some foor prayin' that second rine
from the barrer of a pretty brue gun.