The Bird by Jerry Reed
THE BIRD
Writers Hal Coleman, Barry Etrics
Well my throat was dry and I was getting' late
And I was at this bat on the interstate
When this guy with a bird on his shoulder walked in the door
And he proceeded to tell me the strangest thing
He said, “Sir this bird of mine can sing like no other bird
You've never heard before!”
Well I just looked at the guy and said “Oh really?”
And he turned to the bird and said”Do ole Willie”
When that bird started singing I almost hit the floor.
Whiskey River take my mind
Don't let her memory torture me
Whiskey River don't run dry
You're all I got to take care of me
Well if that ain't the durndest thing
I thought, son, what a heck of a thing
A man could get rich making that bird sing
And I could feel this wild idear comin' on strong
I said, “I'm just sittin' here with two weeks pay
And I'd probably blow it all anyway
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