A Sweet Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue Gun

But it's raining, it's pouring

Didn't bring a sweater

Nebraska never lets you come back home

No Hollywood wine by the thrifty mart sign

Any night I'll be willin' to bet

There's a young girl

With sweet little dreams, pretty blue wishes

Standin' there, just gettin' all wet

And now there's a place off the drag

Called the Gilbert Hotel

And now the couple letter

Burned out in the sign

And it's better than the bus stop

And they do good business every time it rains

For little girls with nothing in their jeans

Pretty blue wishes, sweet little dreams

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

I have no way to get back home

I'd rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe

And you could throw my dreams out in the street

And let the rain make 'em grow

Now the night clerk, he got a club foot

He's heard every hard luck story

At least a hundred times or more

He says, check out time is 10 a.m.

And that's just what he means

Go on up the stairs

With your sweet little wishes

Your pretty blue dreams

And it's raining, it's pouring

And Hollywood's just fine

Swindle a little girl out of her dreams

Now the letter in the sign

Now, 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

It's 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

That some fool playin' that second line

From the barrel of a pretty blue gun