The Dry Cleaner from Des Moines

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Words by joni mitchell Music by charles mingus Im down to a roll of dimes Im stalking the slot thats hot I keep hearing bells all around me Jingling in the lucky jackpots They keep you tantalized They keep you reaching for your wallet Here in fools paradise! I talked to a cat from des moines He said he ran a cleaning plant That cat was clanking with coin Well, he must have had a genie in a lamp cause every time--i dropped a dime--i blew it He kept ringing bells Nothing to it! He got three oranges Three lemons Three cherries Three plums Im losing my taste for fruit Watching the dry cleaner do it Like midas in a polyester suit Its all luck! Its just luck! You get a little lucky and you make a little money! I followed him down the strip He picked out a booth at circus circus Where the cowgirls fill the room With their big balloons The cleaner was pitching with purpose! He had dinos and pooh bears And lions--pink and blue there He couldnt lose there! Des moines was stacking the chips Raking off the tables Ringing the bandits bells This is a story thats a drag to tell (in some ways) Since I lost every dime I laid on the line But the cleaner from des moines Could put a coin In the door of a john And get twenty for one Its just luck!

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