Jockey Full Of Bourbon

<br>originally by Tom Waites<br>Edna Million in a drop dead suit<br>Dutch Pink on a downtown train<br>Two-dollar pistol but the gun won`t shoot<br>I`m in the corner on the pouring rain<br>Sixteen men on a dead man`s chest<br>And I`ve been drinking from a broken cup<br>Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest<br>I`m full of bourbon, I can`t stand up<br> Chorus:<br> Hey little bird, fly away home<br> Your house is on fire, children are alone<br> Hey little bird, fly away home<br> Your house is on fire, your children are alone<br>Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan`s head<br>And I`m stepping on the devil`s tail<br>Across the stripes of a full moon`s head<br>And through the bars of a Cuban jail<br>Bloody fingers on a purple knife<br>Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass<br>I`m on the lawn with someone else`s wife<br>Admire the view from up on top of the mast<br>Chorus<br>I said, Chorus<br>Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed<br>Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride<br>"To the carnival" is what she said<br>A hundred dollars makes it dark inside<br>Edna Million in a drop dead suit<br>Dutch Pink on a downtown train<br>Two-dollar pistol but the gun won`t shoot<br>I`m in the corner on the pouring rain<br>Chorus