A Sweet Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue Gun

Appears on Blue Valentine

Version 1 | Lyrics

Version 1

 Main bass-figure: 
			
   Am 
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   Am                D/F#              E    F#7    Gm   G#m 
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          Am 
Well it's raining it's pouring, you didn't bring a sweater 
  Am              D7/F#                E  F#7  Gm  G#m 
Nebraska'll never let you come back home 
			
Am 
Hollywood and Vine by the Thrifty Mart sign 
                  D7/F#          E  F#7  Gm  G#m 
any night I'll be willin' to bet 
			
          Am 
There's a young girl with sweet little dreams and pretty blue wishes 
              D/F#  E           Am 
standin' there just gettin' all wet 
			
              Am 
And there's a place off the drag called the Gilbert Hotel 
                             D7/F#                E F#7  Gm  G#m 
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 
D7/F#      E          Am 
  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 
  D7/F#          E    F#7  Gm  G#m 
I have no way to get back home 
			
    Am 
I'd rather die before I wake 
                   D7/F# 
like Marilyn Monroe 
              Am 
and you could throw my dreams out in the street 
            D7/F#  E            Am 
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 
           D7/F#             E  F#7   Gm  G#m 
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 
                  D7/F#      E           Am 
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 
        E      F#7    Gm   G#m 
another letter in the sign 
			
    Am 
			
Now never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark 
                           D7/F#
 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 
         D7/F#       E           Am 
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 

Lyrics

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