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Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Bourbon Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Bourbon |
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amEdna Millon in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink in a E7downtown train
Two dollar pistol, but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner in the ampouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a E7broken cup
Two pair of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon; I amcan't stand up
dmHey little bird, fly amaway home
Your E7house is on fire; amyour children are alone
dmHey little bird, fly amaway home
Your E7house is on fire; amyour children are alone
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
CHORUS
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
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Tom Waits:
Jeff Beck:
Jeff Beck:
