Falling James in the Tahoe mud Stick around and tell the tale He fell in love with a gun street girl Now, He's dancing in the Birmingham Jail He's dancing in the Birmingham Jail Took a hundred dollars off slaughterhouse Joe Bought a brand new Michigan twenty guase He got all liquored up on that old house corn Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette On a secondhand Nova off a Cuban Chinese Dried his hands in the bathroom of a Texaco With a pawnshop radio, Quarter past four 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 Probably Indiana ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Probably Indiana ain't never coming home Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof And the Burlington Northerns pullin' out of this 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 Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row And she smuggled in a [?] new pair of alligator shoes With a fireman's raincoat and a long yellow hat 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 Probably Indiana ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Probably Indiana ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Probably Indiana ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Probably Indiana ain't never coming home