Jockey Full Of Bourbon — Billy s Band

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 And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up

Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, children are alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head And I'm stepping on the devil's tail Across the stripes of a full moon's head And through the bars of a Cuban jail

Bloody fingers on a purple knife Flamingo drinking from a broken glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Admire the view from up on top of the mast

Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, children are alone