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
|
I¡¯ll buy that bird If he¡¯ll do one more song.¡±
|
Maybe I didn¡¯t hold you quite as often as I should have
|
You were always on my mind
|
You were always on my mind
|
I said, ¡°well that does it sir, yep
|
I¡¯d like to buy that bird
|
Would $500.00 take him off your hands?¡±
|
Well, he thought for a while and he said, ¡°alright¡±
|
He handed me the bird and he said ¡°goodnight¡±
|
Counted the money and out the door he ran
|
I was thinkin¡¯ I¡¯d found the rainbow¡¯s end
|
My ship would soon be rolling in
|
When that bird sailed out the door
|
And he was gone
|
And as I watched him leave I got boilin¡¯ mad
|
¡®Cause I knew right then that I¡¯d been had
|
And as he faded in the night he was singing this song
|
On the road again
|
I just can¡¯t wait to get on the road again (Somebody stop that bird!)
|
The life I love is making money with my friend
|
And I can¡¯t wait to get on the road again
|
|
-----------------
|
The Bird
|
| Jerry Reed |
