Jockey Full Of Bourbon
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 pair 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 fire; your children 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 a 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 onto 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
Repeat first verse and Chorus