Jockey Full of Bourbon 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
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/jockey-full-of-bourbon-lyrics-joe-bonamassa.html ] 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