Jockey Full Of Bourbon Lyrics - The Ballad Of John Henry - 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 

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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 

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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