Текст песни Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Bourbon
Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Bourbon слова песни
Edna Million in a drop dead suitDutch pink on a downtown trainTwo dollar pistol but the gun won`t shootI`m in the corner in the pouring rain16 men on a deadman`s chestAnd I`ve been drinking from a broken cup2 pairs of pants and a mohair vestI`m full of bourbon; I can`t stand up.Chorus:Hey little bird, fly away homeYour house is on the fire; your children all aloneHey little bird, fly away homeYour house is on the fire; your children all aloneSchiffer broke a bottle on Morgan`s headAnd I`ve been stepping on the devil`s tailAcross the stripes of a full moon`s headThrough the bars of a Cuban jailBloody fingers on a purple knifeA flamingo drinking from a coctail glassI`m on the lawn with somebody else`s wifeCome admire the view from up on top of the mastChorusYellow sheets in a Hong Kong bedStazybo horn and a Slingerland rideTo the carnival is what she saidA hundred dollars makes it dark inside