מילים לשיר The Dry Cleaner From Des Moines – Joni Mitchell

I'm down to a roll of dimes
I'm stalking the slot that's hot
Jingling in the lucky jackpots
I keep hearing bells all around me
They keep you tantalized
They keep you reaching for your wallet Here in fools' paradise!
I talked to a cat from Des Moines
That cat was clanking with coin
He said he ran a cleaning plant
Well, he must have had a genie in a lamp
'Cause every timeHe kept ringing bells
Nothing to it! Three lemons
He got three oranges
Three cherries
Three plums
I'm losing my taste for fruit
Like Midas in a polyester suit
Watching the dry cleaner do it
It's just luck!
It's all luck! I followed him down the strip
You get a little lucky and you make a little money!
Where the cowgirls fill the room
With their big balloons
He picked out a booth at Circus Circus
The Cleaner was pitching with purpose!
He had Dinos and Pooh Bears
He couldn't lose there!
Raking off the tables
And lions
Ringing the bandit's bells
Des Moines was stacking the chips
This is a story that's 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
It's just luckAnd get twenty for one
In the door of a John.