Jockey Full Of Bourbon (Waits Tom)

Am 1. Edna Millon in a drop dead suit E7 Dutch pink in a downtown train Two dollar pistol, but the gun won't shoot Am I'm in the corner in the pouring rain 16 men on a deadman's chest E7 And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pair of pants and a mohair vest Am I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up Dm Am R: Hey little bird, fly away home E7 Am Your house is on fire; your children are alone Dm Am Hey little bird, fly away home E7 Am Your house is on fire; your children are alone 2. Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan`s head And I've been stepping on the devils tail Across the stripes of a full moons 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 upon the top of the mast R: Hey little bird... 3. Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed Stayzbo horn and a Singerland slide To the carnival is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside 16 men on a deadman's chest And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pair of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up