Lyrics

[Intro] One, two, three [Verse 1] Falling James in the Tahoe mud Stick around to tell us all the tale Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl And now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail Dancing in the Birmingham jail [Verse 2] Took a hundred dollars off a Slaughterhouse Joe Bought a brand new Michigan twenty gauge He got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette [Verse 3] He bought a secondhand Nova from a Cuban Chinese And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door [Verse 4] I said, John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home [Verse 5] He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood Soakin' day-old bread in kerosene But he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired Out of circulation till the dogs get tired [Verse 6] Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone He never got up in the morning on a Saturday Sittin' by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog Tellin' everyone he saw they went that-a way boys Tellin' everyone he saw they went that-a way [Verse 7] Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof And the Burlington Northern's pullin' out of the world Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all [Verse 8] Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's cane He was pullin' into Baker on a New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door One eye on the pistol and the other on the door [Verse 9] Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row And she smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair Well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire Tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire [Chorus] I said, John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home [Verse 10] Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup Sing, "I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again" [Chorus] I said, "John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home" I said "John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home"