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  • Tom Wait-Jockey Full Of Bourbon

    By Howard

    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
    Your house is on fire, children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your 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 cocktail 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, your children are alone

    I said hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    House is on fire, your children are alone

    Yellow sheets on a hong kong bed
    Stazybo horn and a slingerland ride
    "to the carnival" is what she said
    A 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 are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone

  • [00:01.86]Tom Wait-Jockey Full Of Bourbon
    [00:04.04]
    [00:05.51]By Howard
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    [00:13.15]Edna million in a drop dead suit
    [00:15.99]Dutch pink on a downtown train
    [00:18.91]Two-dollar pistol but the gun won’t shoot
    [00:21.64]I’m in the corner on the pouring rain
    [00:24.81]Sixteen men on a dead man’s chest
    [00:27.72]And I’ve been drinking from a broken cup
    [00:30.44]Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
    [00:33.14]I’m full of bourbon, I can’t stand up
    [00:35.33]
    [00:36.18]Hey little bird, fly away home
    [00:38.78]Your house is on fire, children are alone
    [00:42.14]Hey little bird, fly away home
    [00:44.80]Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    [00:46.79]
    [00:48.00]Schiffer broke a bottle on morgan’s head
    [00:50.80]And I’m stepping on the devil’s tail
    [00:53.72]Across the stripes of a full moon’s head
    [00:56.76]And through the bars of a cuban jail
    [00:59.65]Bloody fingers on a purple knife
    [01:02.42]Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
    [01:05.46]I’m on the lawn with someone else’s wife
    [01:08.64]Admire the view from up on top of the mast
    [01:10.17]
    [01:10.83]Hey little bird, fly away home
    [01:13.51]House is on fire, children are alone
    [01:16.72]Hey little bird, fly away home
    [01:19.52]House is on fire, your children are alone
    [01:21.00]
    [01:45.46]I said hey little bird, fly away home
    [01:48.63]Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    [01:51.56]Hey little bird, fly away home
    [01:54.59]House is on fire, your children are alone
    [01:56.55]
    [01:57.66]Yellow sheets on a hong kong bed
    [02:00.33]Stazybo horn and a slingerland ride
    [02:03.40]"to the carnival" is what she said
    [02:06.23]A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
    [02:09.20]Edna million in a drop dead suit
    [02:12.02]Dutch pink on a downtown train
    [02:14.88]Two-dollar pistol but the gun won’t shoot
    [02:17.56]I’m in the corner on the pouring rain
    [02:18.87]
    [02:20.53]Hey little bird, fly away home
    [02:23.16]Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    [02:26.55]Hey little bird, fly away home
    [02:29.14]Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    [02:31.41]