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Jockey Full of Burbon Songtext
von Tom Waits

Jockey Full of Burbon Songtext

Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink 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 pairs of pants and a mother vest
I'm full of bourbon; I can′t stand up.


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 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

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.
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