Jockey Full of Bourbon
Tom Waits from the album 'rain dogs'
am
Edna Millon in a drop dead suit
E7
Dutch pink in a downtown train
Two dollar pistol, but the gun won't shoot
am
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
E7
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pair of pants and a mohair vest
am
I'm full of burbon; I can't stand up
dm am
Hey little bird, fly away home
E7 am
Your house is on fire; your children are alone
dm am
Hey little bird, fly away home
E7 am
Your house is on fire; your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgans head
And I've been stepping on the devils tail
Across the stripes of a full moons 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 upon the top of the mast
Chorus
Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed
Stayzbo horn and a Singerland slide
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pair of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of burbon; I can't stand up
