Текст песни Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Bourbon

Jockey full of burbon

Tom Waits from the album 'rain dogs'

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Edna Millon in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink in a downtown train

Two dollar pistol, but the gun won't shoot
                         am
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
                      am
I'm full of burbon; I can't stand up 

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

Yellow sheets in a Hong Коng 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 

Morten Sickel
Norwegian Radiation Protection Authority
Dept. of environmental protection
Morten.Sickel@nrpa.no