Tina Toledo's Street Walkin' Blues Lyrics - Gold - Ryan Adams

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 comin' down on Washington square 

She gives the cops on the beat a little discount 

And then, then, then it's 

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Black limousines, money in the bank 

Black limousines, money in the bank 

Send 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 bed of, 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" 

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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 and gold 

Silver, silver, silver and gold 

Tina, Tina 

Tina street walkin' blues yeah 

Tina street walkin' blues yeah 

Silver and gold oh yeah, silver and gold yeah 

Oh Tina street walkin', street walkin' blues yeah 

Street walkin', street walkin' blues yeah 

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah 

Street walkin', street walkin' blues yeah 

Oh yeah, ohh 

Oh oh, street walkin' blues yeah 

Tina, Tina, Tina, Tina, Tina 

Street walkin', silver and gold 

Silver and gold, silver and gold 

Silver, silver, silver, silver