Jockey Full of Bourbon Songtext
von John Hammond

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 in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman′s chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon; I can′t stand up.
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on the fire; your children all alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on the fire; your children all alone


Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan′s head
And I've been stepping on the devil′s tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a coctail glass
I′m on the lawn with somebody else's wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside