Song | $29.00 |
Artist | Tom Waits |
Album | Blue Valentine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Little black girl, red dress | |
Hot night with a broken shoe | |
Little black girl, you shoulda never left home | |
There's probably someone still waitin' up for you | |
It's cold back in Chicago | |
Los Angeles, it's worse when all you got is | |
$29.00 and an alligator purse | |
I see that vulture in the Fleetwood | |
Chartreuse hood trying to get your bearings | |
Say “Hey baby, which way’s the main stem?” | |
Where ever you say you're from | |
He'll say he grew up there himself | |
He gonna come on and make you feel | |
Like you grew up right next door to him | |
Take left on Central | |
Gon’ throws it in reverse | |
All you got is $29.00 and an alligator purse | |
Come on like a gentleman | |
Oh babe, you gonna be a little shy | |
Say your ex old man was a sax player | |
He says, \"Baby, I used to play bass for Sly\" | |
Say you like his Cadillac | |
Says, “Honey, I got 2 or 3” | |
Sweetheart, you're sure fortunate | |
That you ran into me | |
You've done a dime in the joint | |
You figure nothin' could be worse | |
$29.00 and an alligator purse | |
Pharaoh on the 8 track | |
You start smokin' little boo | |
Thinkin' gettin' out of Chicago is just about | |
The best thing that’s ever happened to you | |
He's starting like a [Incomprehensible] | |
This cat seems to be cool | |
He says, “Baby, I know a good ol' deal | |
Out in West Hollywood, he's just right for you” | |
He ain't no good Samaritan | |
He gon’ make sure he's reimbursed | |
Lot more than $29.00 and an alligator purse | |
Now when the streets get hungry, baby | |
You almost hear them growl | |
Someone's setting a place for you | |
When the dogs begin to howl | |
Well, the streets are dead | |
They creep up and down when it was left on the pole | |
Remember suckers always make mistakes | |
When they're far away from home | |
Chicken in a pot | |
Whoever gets there first | |
Gonna get himself $29.00 | |
And an alligator purse | |
Now the sirens just an epilogue | |
The cops here always get there too late | |
Always stop for coffee | |
On the way to the scene of the crime | |
They always try so hard | |
Just like movie stars | |
But they couldn't catch a cold | |
Baby, don't waste your dime | |
Lucky to be alive | |
The doctor whispered to the nurse | |
“She only lost a half pint of blood | |
$29.00 and an alligator purse” |
Little black girl, red dress | |
Hot night with a broken shoe | |
Little black girl, you shoulda never left home | |
There' s probably someone still waitin' up for you | |
It' s cold back in Chicago | |
Los Angeles, it' s worse when all you got is | |
29. 00 and an alligator purse | |
I see that vulture in the Fleetwood | |
Chartreuse hood trying to get your bearings | |
Say " Hey baby, which way' s the main stem?" | |
Where ever you say you' re from | |
He' ll say he grew up there himself | |
He gonna come on and make you feel | |
Like you grew up right next door to him | |
Take left on Central | |
Gon' throws it in reverse | |
All you got is 29. 00 and an alligator purse | |
Come on like a gentleman | |
Oh babe, you gonna be a little shy | |
Say your ex old man was a sax player | |
He says, " Baby, I used to play bass for Sly" | |
Say you like his Cadillac | |
Says, " Honey, I got 2 or 3" | |
Sweetheart, you' re sure fortunate | |
That you ran into me | |
You' ve done a dime in the joint | |
You figure nothin' could be worse | |
29. 00 and an alligator purse | |
Pharaoh on the 8 track | |
You start smokin' little boo | |
Thinkin' gettin' out of Chicago is just about | |
The best thing that' s ever happened to you | |
He' s starting like a Incomprehensible | |
This cat seems to be cool | |
He says, " Baby, I know a good ol' deal | |
Out in West Hollywood, he' s just right for you" | |
He ain' t no good Samaritan | |
He gon' make sure he' s reimbursed | |
Lot more than 29. 00 and an alligator purse | |
Now when the streets get hungry, baby | |
You almost hear them growl | |
Someone' s setting a place for you | |
When the dogs begin to howl | |
Well, the streets are dead | |
They creep up and down when it was left on the pole | |
Remember suckers always make mistakes | |
When they' re far away from home | |
Chicken in a pot | |
Whoever gets there first | |
Gonna get himself 29. 00 | |
And an alligator purse | |
Now the sirens just an epilogue | |
The cops here always get there too late | |
Always stop for coffee | |
On the way to the scene of the crime | |
They always try so hard | |
Just like movie stars | |
But they couldn' t catch a cold | |
Baby, don' t waste your dime | |
Lucky to be alive | |
The doctor whispered to the nurse | |
" She only lost a half pint of blood | |
29. 00 and an alligator purse" |
Little black girl, red dress | |
Hot night with a broken shoe | |
Little black girl, you shoulda never left home | |
There' s probably someone still waitin' up for you | |
It' s cold back in Chicago | |
Los Angeles, it' s worse when all you got is | |
29. 00 and an alligator purse | |
I see that vulture in the Fleetwood | |
Chartreuse hood trying to get your bearings | |
Say " Hey baby, which way' s the main stem?" | |
Where ever you say you' re from | |
He' ll say he grew up there himself | |
He gonna come on and make you feel | |
Like you grew up right next door to him | |
Take left on Central | |
Gon' throws it in reverse | |
All you got is 29. 00 and an alligator purse | |
Come on like a gentleman | |
Oh babe, you gonna be a little shy | |
Say your ex old man was a sax player | |
He says, " Baby, I used to play bass for Sly" | |
Say you like his Cadillac | |
Says, " Honey, I got 2 or 3" | |
Sweetheart, you' re sure fortunate | |
That you ran into me | |
You' ve done a dime in the joint | |
You figure nothin' could be worse | |
29. 00 and an alligator purse | |
Pharaoh on the 8 track | |
You start smokin' little boo | |
Thinkin' gettin' out of Chicago is just about | |
The best thing that' s ever happened to you | |
He' s starting like a Incomprehensible | |
This cat seems to be cool | |
He says, " Baby, I know a good ol' deal | |
Out in West Hollywood, he' s just right for you" | |
He ain' t no good Samaritan | |
He gon' make sure he' s reimbursed | |
Lot more than 29. 00 and an alligator purse | |
Now when the streets get hungry, baby | |
You almost hear them growl | |
Someone' s setting a place for you | |
When the dogs begin to howl | |
Well, the streets are dead | |
They creep up and down when it was left on the pole | |
Remember suckers always make mistakes | |
When they' re far away from home | |
Chicken in a pot | |
Whoever gets there first | |
Gonna get himself 29. 00 | |
And an alligator purse | |
Now the sirens just an epilogue | |
The cops here always get there too late | |
Always stop for coffee | |
On the way to the scene of the crime | |
They always try so hard | |
Just like movie stars | |
But they couldn' t catch a cold | |
Baby, don' t waste your dime | |
Lucky to be alive | |
The doctor whispered to the nurse | |
" She only lost a half pint of blood | |
29. 00 and an alligator purse" |