Il testo della Jockey full of bourbon

Tom Waits

Data di rilascio : 01/01/1985

Durata : 0:02:46

Stile : Rock

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