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 .