The Dry Cleaner From Des Moines - 2024 Remaster Songtext
von Joni Mitchell

I′m down to a roll of dimes, I'm stalking the slot that′s 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 fool's 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
I′m losing my taste for fruit, watching the dry cleaner do it
Like Midas in a polyester suit

It′s all luck, it's 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 cow girls 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 couldn′t lose there

It's all luck, it′s just luck

Des Moines was stacking the chips, raking off the tables
Ringing the bandit's bell. This is a story that′s a drag to tell, in some ways
Since I lost every dime, I laid the line
But the cleaner from Des Moines
Could put a coin in the door of a John
And get 20 for one, it's just luck

Lucky, lucky, so lucky, real lucky
That cat's got luck, that cat′s got luck, that cat′s got luck
That cat's got luck, that cat′s got luck
Really lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
Lucky, got it, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky