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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 jeans.

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.