Jockey full of burbon

Tom Waits from the album 'rain dogs'

am

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

dm am

Hey little bird, fly away home

E7 am

Your house is on fire; your children are alone

dm am

Hey little bird, fly away home

E7 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 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

Morten Sickel

Norwegian Radiation Protection Authority

Dept. of environmental protection

Morten.Sickel@nrpa.no