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Jockey Full Of Bourbon
Tom Waits
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
TwoSixteen men on a dead man's chest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
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
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
House is on fire, your children are alone
I said hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
"To the carnival" is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
TwoDutch Pink on a downtown train
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Your house is on fire, your children are aloneHey little bird, fly away home
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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