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RYAN ADAMS LYRICS

"Tina Toledo's Street Walkin' Blues"
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