Tom Waits - Jockey Full Of Bourbon Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
1
4
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
4

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
2
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
4
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
AmEdna Millon in a drop dead suit Dutch pink in a E7downtown train Two dollar pistol, but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner in the Ampouring rain 16 men on a deadman's chest And I've been drinking from a E7broken cup Two pair of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of burbon; I Amcan't stand up DmHey little bird, fly Amaway home Your E7house is on fire; Amyour children are alone DmHey little bird, fly Amaway home Your E7house is on fire; Amyour children are alone Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgans head And I've been stepping on the devils tail Across the stripes of a full moons head Through the bars of a Cuban jail Bloody fingers on a purple knife A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Come admire the view from upon the top of the mast Chorus Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed Stayzbo horn and a Singerland slide To the carnival is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside 16 men on a deadman's chest And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pair of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of burbon; I can't stand up