Chorus:
Little birdie, little birdie,
Come and sing me your song.
I've a short time for to be here
And a long time to be gone.
Little birdie, little birdie,
What makes you fly so high?
It's because I have a true little heart
And I don't care to die.
Chorus
I'd rather be here, honey,
Than any place I know.
But to help keep down trouble,
Down this old road I go.
Chorus
Little birdie, little birdie,
What makes your wings so blue?
It's nothing else but grieving,
Grieving over you.
Chorus
I'd rather drink muddy water,
Rather sleep in a holler log,
Than to stay here, on this old river,
Be treated like a dirty dog.
Chorus
|
I'm a long way from old Dixie,
And my old Kentucky home.
Got no father or mother,
No place to call my home.
Chorus
Little birdie, little birdie,
What makes your head so red?
Well, after all that I been through,
It's a wonder I ain't dead.
Chorus
Married woman, married woman,
Why don't you settle down?
Your heart's like the little birdie's,
You're flying all around.
Chorus
Little birdie, little birdie,
Won't you sing to me your song.
You've caused me lots of trouble.
You've caused me to do wrong.
Chorus
|