| Lyrics: | Little Birdie
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.
I'd rather be here, honey
Than any place I know.
But to help
keep down trouble,
Down this old road I go.
Little birdie, little birdie
What
makes your wings so blue?
It's nothing else but grieving,
Grieving over
you.
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.
@animal @love
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