Little Birdie - Charley Crockett

Little birdie, little birdie

What makes you fly so high?

Oh

What makes you fly so high?

It’s because I

Have a filled little hole

And I don’t care to die

Oh woman, oh woman

What makes you act this way?

Oh

What makes you act this way?

You ain’t got no right to worry

You know that I can’t stay

I’d rather be here early

In any place I know, oh

In any place I know

But to keep us

From trouble

Down this road, I go

Little birdie, little birdie

What makes your wing so blue?

Oh

What makes your wing so blue?