Jockey Full of Bourbon

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've been drinking from a broken cup/Two 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 fire, children are alone."

I featured Rain Dogs (the song) four years back, along with an admission that I'd changed my mind about Waits. Yes, that "boozehound-beatnik balladeer" persona had put me off, but he is better than that.

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