Billy's Band - 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