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But it's raining, it's pouring Didn't bring a sweater Nebraska never lets you come back home No Hollywood wine by the thrifty mart sign Any night I'll be willin' to bet There's a young girl With sweet little dreams, pretty blue wishes Standin' there, just gettin' all wet And now there's a place off the drag Called the Gilbert Hotel And now the couple letter Burned out in the sign And it's better than the bus stop And they do good business every time it rains For little girls with nothing in their jeans Pretty blue wishes, sweet little dreams And it's raining, it's pouring The old man is snoring Now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street All my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I'd rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe And you could throw my dreams out in the street And let the rain make 'em grow Now the night clerk, he got a club foot He's heard every hard luck story At least a hundred times or more He says, check out time is 10 a.m. And that's just what he means Go on up the stairs With your sweet little wishes Your pretty blue dreams And it's raining, it's pouring And Hollywood's just fine Swindle a little girl out of her dreams Now the letter in the sign Now, 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 It's 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 That some fool playin' that second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun