Jockey Full Of Bourbon
Tom WaitsVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Edna Millon in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink in a downtown train
Two dollar pistol, but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pair of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of burbon; I can't stand up
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
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgans head
And I've been stepping on the devils tail
Across the stripes of a full moons head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Come admire the view from upon the top of the mast
Chorus
Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed
Stayzbo horn and a Singerland slide
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pair of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of burbon; I can't stand up
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Readable chord sheet for Jockey Full Of Bourbon by Tom Waits
[Am]Edna Millon in a drop dead suit Dutch pink in a [E7]downtown train Two dollar pistol, but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner in the [Am]pouring rain 16 men on a deadman's chest And I've been drinking from a [E7]broken cup Two pair of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of burbon; I [Am]can't stand up [Dm]Hey little bird, fly [Am]away home Your [E7]house is on fire; [Am]your children are alone [Dm]Hey little bird, fly [Am]away home Your [E7]house is on fire; [Am]your children are alone Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgans head And I've been stepping on the devils tail Across the stripes of a full moons head Through the bars of a Cuban jail Bloody fingers on a purple knife A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Come admire the view from upon the top of the mast Chorus Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed Stayzbo horn and a Singerland slide To the carnival is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside 16 men on a deadman's chest And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pair of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of burbon; I can't stand up