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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bones Howe
Bones Howe
Producer
Ralph Osborne
Ralph Osborne
Engineer
Geoff Howe
Geoff Howe
Engineer

Lyrics

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"
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