TOM WAITS$29. 00 Lyrics
Little black girl in a red dressOn a hot night with a broken shoeLittle black girl you shoulda never left homeTheres probly someone thats still waitin up for youIts cold back in chicagoBut in los angeles it’s worseWhen all you got is $29.00 and an alligator purseI see already that vulture in the fleetwoodWith the shartruse hoodCan see you’re trying to get your bearingsAnd you say hey which ways the main stemAnd where ever you say you’re fromHe’ll say he grew up there himselfAnd he’ll comeon and make you feelLike you grew up right next door to himAnd you say take a left on centralAnd he throws it in reverseCause you only got $29.00 and an alligator purseAnd he’ll come on like a gentlemanAnd you’ll be a little shyYou say your ex old man was a sax playerHe’ll say baby I used to play bass for slyAnd you say you like his cadillac, say honey I got 2 or 3He’ll say sweetheart you’re sure fortunateThat you ran into meWhen you’ve done a dime in the jointYou figure nothin could be worseAnd you got $29.00 in an alligator purseWell he got pharoh on the 8 trackYou start smokin a little booYou thinkin gettin out of chicago was theBest thing ever happened to youBut he ain’t no good samaritanHe’ll make sure he’s reimbursedLot more than $29.00 and an alligator purseNow the sirens just an epilogThe cops always get there to lateThey always stop for coffee on the way to the scene of theCrimeThey always try so hard to look like movie starsThey couldnt catch a coldYou only wasting your dimeAnd she’s lucky to be aliveThe doctor whispered to the nurseShe only lost a 1/2 pint of blood$29.00 and an alligator purse
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Songwriter(s): Tom Waits
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