Jockey Full Of Bourbon (Tom Waits)

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