Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Bourbon - Sözleri

Edna Million in a drop dead suit

Dutch pink on a downtown train

Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot

I'm in the corner in the pouring rain

16 men on a deadman's chest

And I've been drinking from a broken cup

2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest

I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up.

Chorus:

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on the fire; your children all alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on the fire; your children all alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head

And I've been stepping on the devil's tail

Across the stripes of a full moon's head

Through the bars of a Cuban jail

Bloody fingers on a purple knife

A flamingo drinking from a coctail glass

I'm on the lawn with somebody else's wife

Come admire the view from up on top of the mast

Chorus

Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed

Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride

To the carnival is what she said

A hundred dollars makes it dark inside










		
			



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