jockey  full  of  bourbon  -  joe  bonamassa

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

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