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Jockey Full Of Bourbon (Tom Waits)

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Em 
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
H
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won‘t shoot
Em
I‘m in the corner on the pouring rain

Sixteen men on a dead man‘s chest
And I‘ve been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I‘m full of bourbon, I can‘t stand up

Am Em
Hey little bird, fly away home
H Em
House is on fire, children are alone
Am Em
Hey little bird, fly away home
H Em
House is on fire, children are alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan‘s head
And I‘m stepping on the devil‘s tail
Across the stripes of a full moon‘s head
And through the bars of a Cuban jail

Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a broken glass
I‘m on the lawn with someone else‘s wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast

Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone