Jockey full of Bourbon

Joe Bonamassa

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    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 on the pouring rain
    Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
    I been drinking from the broken cup
    Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
    I'm full of bourbon and i can't stand up

    Hey little bird , fly away home
    Your house is on fire , your children alone
    Hey little bird , you fly away home
    Your house is on fire , your children alone

    Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
    I'm stepping on the devil's tail
    Across the stripes of a full moon's head
    All through the bar's of a Cuban jail
    Bloody finger's on a purple knife
    Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
    I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
    Admire the view from the top of the mast

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    Hey little bird , fly away home
    Your house is on fire , your children alone
    Hey little bird , fly away home
    Your house is on fire , your children alone

    Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
    Stazybo horn and a slingerland ride
    To the carnival is what she said
    A couple hundred dollars makes it dark inside
    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 on the pouring rain

    Hey little bird , fly away home
    Your house is on fire , your children alone
    Hey little bird , fly away home
    Your house is on fire , Children Alone

    Hey little bird , fly away home
    Your house is on fire , children alone
    Hey little bird , fly away home
    Your house is on fire , your children alone

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    Composition: Tom Waits

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