Текст (слова) песни: Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Bourbon
Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch 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 mohair vest I`m full of bourbon; I can`t stand up. Chorus: Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on the fire; your children all alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on the fire; your children all alone Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan`s head And I`ve been stepping on the devil`s tail Across the stripes of a full moon`s head Through the bars of a Cuban jail Bloody fingers on a purple knife A flamingo drinking from a coctail glass I`m on the lawn with somebody else`s wife Come admire the view from up on top of the mast Chorus Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride To the carnival is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
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