Jockey Full of Bourbon (Live)
Lyrics
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 on the pouring rain Sixteen men on a dead man's chest I been drinking from the broken cup Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of bourbon and i can't stand up Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children alone Hey little bird, you fly away home Your house is on fire, your children alone Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head I'm stepping on the devil's tail Across the stripes of a full moon's head All through the bar's of a Cuban jail Bloody finger's on a purple knife Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Admire the view from the top of the mast Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children alone Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed Stazybo horn and a slingerland ride To the carnival is what she said A couple hundred dollars makes it dark inside 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 on the pouring rain Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, Children Alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, children alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children alone
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 05:29
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 115 BPM