Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Burbon

Em
edna million in a drop dead suit
B7
dutch pink on a downtown train

two dollar pistol but the gun won’t shoot
Em
i’m in the corner in the pouring rain

16 men on a deadman’s chest
B7
and i’ve been drinking from a broken cup

2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
Em
i’m full of bourbon; i can’t stand up .

[ chorus : ]
Am Em
hey little bird , fly away home
B7 Em
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 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 on top of the mast

[ chorus ]

yellow sheets in hong kong bed
stazybo horn and a singerland ride
to the carnival is what she said
a hundred dollars makes it dark inside .