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originally by Tom WaitesEdna Million in a drop dead suitDutch Pink on a downtown trainTwo-dollar pistol but the gun won't shootI'm in the corner on the pouring rainSixteen men on a dead man's chestAnd I've been drinking from a broken cupTwo pairs of pants and a mohair vestI'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up Chorus: Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are aloneSchiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's headAnd I'm stepping on the devil's tailAcross the stripes of a full moon's headAnd through the bars of a Cuban jailBloody fingers on a purple knifeFlamingo drinking from a cocktail glassI'm on the lawn with someone else's wifeAdmire the view from up on top of the mastChorusI said, ChorusYellow sheets on a Hong Kong bedStazybo horn and a Slingerland ride"To the carnival" is what she saidA hundred dollars makes it dark insideEdna Million in a drop dead suitDutch Pink on a downtown trainTwo-dollar pistol but the gun won't shootI'm in the corner on the pouring rainChorus
originally by Tom WaitesEdna Million in a drop dead suitDutch Pink on a downtown trainTwo-dollar pistol but the gun won't shootI'm in the corner on the pouring rainSixteen men on a dead man's chestAnd I've been drinking from a broken cupTwo pairs of pants and a mohair vestI'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up Chorus: Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are aloneSchiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's headAnd I'm stepping on the devil's tailAcross the stripes of a full moon's headAnd through the bars of a Cuban jailBloody fingers on a purple knifeFlamingo drinking from a cocktail glassI'm on the lawn with someone else's wifeAdmire the view from up on top of the mastChorusI said, ChorusYellow sheets on a Hong Kong bedStazybo horn and a Slingerland ride"To the carnival" is what she saidA hundred dollars makes it dark insideEdna Million in a drop dead suitDutch Pink on a downtown trainTwo-dollar pistol but the gun won't shootI'm in the corner on the pouring rainChorus