Joe Bonamassa - Jockey Full of Bourbon free for downloading

Lyrics

Your house is on fire, 16 men on a deadman s chest Joe, hey little bird
Your children are alone, two dollar pistol but the gun won t shoot
I m on the lawn with someone else s wife, two dollar pistol but the gun won t shoot Full, fly away home
And i ve been stepping on the devil s tail, dutch pink on a downtown train, 16 men on a deadman s chest
to the carnival is what she said
And i ve been drinking from a broken cup, fly away home
Fly away home, your children are alone

across the stripes of a full moon s head
I m in the corner on the pouring rain, 16 men on a deadman s chest
Admire the view from up on top of the mast, your children are alone
your house is on fire
fly away home
a flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
Your house is on fire, i can t stand up Joe, stazybo horn and a slingerland ride

Your house is on fire, your children are alone
And i ve been drinking from a broken cup, your children are alone, your children are alone
I m on the lawn with someone else s wife, bloody fingers on a purple knife, to the carnival is what she said
I can t stand up, and i ve been stepping on the devil s tail
your house is on fire
your house is on fire
Hey little bird, your children are alone

Bloody fingers on a purple knife, to the carnival is what she said, i m full of bourbon
Your children are alone, edna milton in a drop dead suit
Yellow sheets on a hong kong bed, two dollar pistol but the gun won t shoot Jockey, hey little bird