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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.
Chorus:
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
Chorus
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
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- Timeless
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- Live At the Rogue (Best of the Blues)
- Bay Blues Live In Concert (Live)
- Bay Blues (Live)
- Blues Club Sounds - 25 (Live)
- Best of the Vanguard Years
- Best of the Blues
- Best of Chicago Blues
- The Best of John Hammond
- The Best Of
- John Hammond
- Frogs For Snakes
- Hits of Texas Blues
- Best of Country Blues
- Mississippi Blues - Acoustic Revivalists
- The Folk Side of Blues
- Dead Man Blues