Ryan Adams - Tina Toledo's 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