Joe Bonamassa

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 on the pouring rain

Sixteen men on a dead man's chest

I been drinking from the broken cup

Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest

I'm full of bourbon and I can't stand up

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children alone

Hey little bird, you fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head

I'm stepping on the devil's tail

Across the stripes of a full moon's head

All through the bar's of a Cuban jail

Bloody finger's on a purple knife

Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass

I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife

Admire the view from the top of the mast

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children alone

Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed

Stazybo horn and a slingerland ride

To the carnival is what she said

A couple hundred dollars makes it dark inside

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 on the pouring rain

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, Children Alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, children alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children alone