Tom Waits - Jockey full of burbon
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EmEdna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink on a B7downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner in the Empouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from B7a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon; I cEman't stand up.
[Chorus:]
AmHey little bird,Em fly away home
Your houseB7 is on fire; your chEmildren are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire; your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
[Chorus]
Yellow sheets in Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Singerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside.