The Cuckoo Bird - Willie Watson

Well, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird

She warbles as she flies

She never hollers cuckoo

Till the fourth day, July

I’ve played cards in England

I’ve gambled in Spain

I’ll bet you ten dollars

I’ll beat you next game

Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds

I knew you from old

You robbed my poor pockets

Of silver and gold

Gonna build me log cabin

On a mountain so high

So I can see Nelly

As she goes riding by

Well, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird

She warbles as she flies

She never hollers cuckoo

Till th fourth day, July