Lyrics

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? There's nothing else But the grieving Grieving over you Little birdie, little birdie Sang to me your song It's a short time To stay here A long time to be gone