Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all the tale
He fell in love with a Gun Street girl and
Now he’s dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail

Took a 100 dollars off a Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a bran’ new Michigan 20 gauge
Got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn,
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4
Well he left Waukegan at the slammin’ of the door
He left Waukegan at the slammin’ of the door

I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home

Sitting in a sycamore in St. John’s Wood
Soakin’ day old bread in kerosene
He was blue as a robin’s egg brown as a hog
Stayin’ out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Stayin’ out of circulation till the dogs get tired

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never got up in the morning on a Saturday
Sittin’ by the Erie with a bull whipped dog
Tellin’ everyone he saw
They went thatta way
Tellin’ everyone he saw
They went thatta way

Now the rain’s like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern’s pullin’ out of the world
With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all
A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all

Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin’ of a blind man’s cane
Pullin’ into Baker on a New Year’s Eve
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a bran’ new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman’s raincoat and her long yellow hair, well
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
Bangin’ on a table with an old tin cup
Sing I’ll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again
I’ll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again

I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home

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Prevod pesme

Devojka iz Opake ulice

Pade Džejms u Taho blato
Ostani da nam ispričaš celu priču
On se u devojku iz Opake ulice zaljubio i
Sada pleše u birmingemskom zatvoru
Pleše u birmingemskom zatvoru

Maznuo je 100 dolara od Klanica Džoa
Kupio nov novcijat 20-kalibarski Michigan
U drumskoj kafani se nroljao viskija
Napravio rupu na krovu neke žute korvete
Napravio rupu na krovu neke žute korvete
Kupio polovnu Novu od nekog kubanskog Kineza
Ofarbao kosu u toaletu na pumpi
Sa radijom iz zalagaonice, u 4 i 15
Napustio je Waukegan zalupivši vratima
Napustio je Waukegan zalupivši vratima

Rekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nema
Otišao je u Indijanu
Nikad se neće vratiti kući
Rekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nema
Otišao je u Indijanu
Nikad se neće vratiti kući

Sedeći u nekom platanu u šumi Svetog Džona
Natapao je jučerašnji hleb u kerozin
Bio je plav kao jaje crvendaća, braon kao svinja
Sklanjao se s puta dok se psi ne umore
Sklanjao se s puta dok se psi ne umore

Zaklonio je toalet nekim starim trombonom
Subotom nikad nije ustajao rano
Eskivirao rizik uz nekog prebijenog psa
Govoreći svima koje bi sreo
Otišli su onuda
Govoreći svima koje bi sreo
Otišli su onuda

Sad po starom limenom krovu kiša kao šljunak pada
A Burlington Northern vodi izvan sveta
Glave pune burbona i jednim snom u slamci
A devojka iz Opake ulice bila je uzrok svega toga
Devojka iz Opake ulice bila je uzrok svega toga

Jašući u senci grebena Svetog Džoa
Čuo je klik klak lupkanje štapa nekog slepca
što svraćao je u Baker na Novogodišnje veče
Jednim okom na pištolju i drugim na vratima
Jednim okom na pištolju i drugim na vratima

Gđica Šarlota ponela je svoju torbu u King Fish Row
I prokrijumčarila nazad par novih novcijatih cipela od aligatorove kože
Sa svojom vatrogasnom jaknom i dugom žutom kosom, pa
Zavezali su je za drvo sa nekim mršavim milionerom
Zavezali su je za drvo sa nekim mršavim milionerom

Rekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nema
Otišao je u Indijanu
Nikad se neće vratiti kući
Rekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nema
Otišao je u Indijanu
Nikad se neće vratiti kući
Lupajući o sto starom limenom šoljom
Peva, nikad mi više neće nedostajati devojka iz Opake ulice
nikad više neću ljubiti devojku iz Opake ulice

Rekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nema
Otišao je u Indijanu
Nikad se neće vratiti kući
Rekoh, Džon, Džon, odavno ga nema
Otišao je u Indijanu
Nikad se neće vratiti kući

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