Tina Toledos Street Walkin Blues Lyrics by Ryan Adams

Tina Toledos Street Walkin Blues Lyrics

    Sweet talkin' johnny push a john quicker than he spit
    Street walkin' tin with a crooked crown waitin' for it
    There she goes
    She born in boston but the amtrak took her away
    She lives in brooklyn but she works outta queens in the
    Black limousines, money in the bank
    Black limousines, money in the bank
    Send it home

    Tina toledo got a kid that lives with her ma
    She takes the subway after school, makes up her face, changes clothes
    There she goes
    She feels the rain coming down on washington square
    She gives the cops on the beat a little discount
    And then, then, then it's
    Black limousines, money in the bank
    Black limousines, money in the bank
    Wend it home

    Hard on the knees, money in the bag
    Hard on the knees, money in the bag
    Send it home for medical school

    Rock herself to sleep with the rhythm of the rain
    Beating like the be against the window frame
    Of her hotel room
    Rock herself to sleep with the tunes on the dash
    Don't take no credit cards, she takes cash
    Says, "money, money, money in the bank
    Money, money, money in the bank
    Money, money, money in the bank
    Money, money, money in the bank

    It ain't no easy life but it pays pretty good,
    Keeps her out of the cold
    It ain't no easy life
    But it's silver and gold
    Silver, silver, silver and gold

    Tina toledo's street walkin' blues
    Street walkin', wtreet walkin' blues

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