Blackbird Tune - Steve Forbert

Blackbird, singing in the afternoon

Blackbird, singing like he won’t quite soon

Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune

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I leave my motel and I’m walking around

Out on my own in this here chimney top town

I hear your song, bird, and I’m searching to sing

What kinda bird might such a song singer be?

Blackbird, singing in the afternoon

Blackbird, whoa, singing like he won’t quit soon

Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune

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You see the cars parked from your chimney top perch

You see the wedding crowd come out from the church

A good luck handshake read the chimney sweep’s sign

A good luck handshake, man, I wished he shook mine

Blackbird, singing in the afternoon

Blackbird, whoa, singing like he won’t quit soon

Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune

For blackbird tune

Blackbird, singing in the afternoon

Blackbird, whoa, singing like he won’t quit soon

Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune

For blackbird tune

I let my feet go where they want me to be

They took me here to hear your sweet melody

The songs of man sound louder day after day

I hope your blackbird song will not fade away

Blackbird, singing in the afternoon

Blackbird, whoa, singing like he won’t quit soon

Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune

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Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune

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