Gun Street Girl

I said John, John, I'm long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said John, John, I'm long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
With her warden's raincoat and her long brown hair
Well they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all the tale
Well I fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now she's dancing in the Babylon jail
Dancing in the Babylon jail

I took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
I got all liquored up on that road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a white Corvette
A hole in the hood of a white Corvette

She fixed the toilet with an old trombone
I never get up in the morning on that Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone I saw, They went that-a-way, boys
Telling everyone I saw, They went that-a-way

I bought a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
And dyed my hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four
I left for Orange at the slamming of the door
Left for Orange at the slamming of the door

I am sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
Well I was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog
I am staying out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired
Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world
Now 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

Well he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a limp man's cane
I was pulling into Baker on a New Year's Eve
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door

I said John, John, I'm long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said John, John, I'm long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home

Banging on the table with an old tin cup
Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again
Never kiss a Gun Street girl again
I'll never kiss that Gun Street girl again

AOL... Why bother...

To whom it may concern:

I am writing to ask the AIM guys a question. I am trying to simply change the password for my AIM account. While I recognize that this is a free service and AIM can not spend too much money on it. I mean how much money can they possibly make from that occasional ad or two. The least you could do is make the password updating process simple.

I downloaded the latest version of the AIM client and clicked on the change password link. It asked me for my security answer. This was my pets name. I have had this account for over 10 years and it took me many tries to remember what pet's name I used to set up the account. Question.... Why do you have me answer a question after I have already logged into the account? If I know my password, I should just be able to change it without a problem. But no... I am asked for my old password. When I enter my old old password (the same one I used to sign into AIM to begin with) followed by the new password and confirmation, it tells me that my password is not valid.

When I try to reset my password, the system asks me for my birthday. I give it my birthday... I am told I have the wrong birthday. Mommy? When was I born? I digress..

I have tried multiple phone numbers I have found across the internets trying to contact you and I have not been able to. I know AOL tries to hide their phone numbers from the word in an attempt not to speak to anyone. Great plan guys... If you do not pick up the phone, you won't get any complaints. I would like to say this is the business equivalent of Bugs Bunny not falling down off the edge of a cliff because he has not looked down to see that there is no ground beneath him.

Look, AOL/Time Warner is not exactly on everyone's A-list... You are getting sued for improper music distribution over the net... Not to mention that everyone is just waiting for Time Warner to sell you guys...Hello Micro$oft, yea hi its me AOL, forget about Yahoo, buy me!

Remember that article you guys wrote called "20th Century Brands That Will Disappear?" Well everyone thought you should be on the list... Don't even get me started on you whole Netscape.com is part of the social news thing... Oh wait I meant Propeller.com. Seriously... I think the wikipedia article for Propeller.com gets more hits then the actual website itself

Anyway, sorry to go on a rant... it's late and I have spent too much time on hold waiting for you to answer your phone. Hopefully you will respond to this loving post. My email is my first name followed by a dot and then my last name @ gmail.com.

P.S. I am sending this to all my AIM friends, Twitter friends, gmail friends, and my work friends and I am asking them to leave AOL/AIM and to move to other messaging platforms and to unify them with www.digsby.com. Oh I am also asking them to tell all there friends, and so on and so on....