Bluebird

Woke up this mornin’ smoked my last regret.
I’m still drunk and that’s alright.
Coughed up a metaphor, seems I ain’t dead just yet
All I got left is what I write.

You see, the Blues is my businesses.
To the duke and the bird I am bound.
And my woman she done got up, gone and left us.
(But that’s alright man) I’ll go see Miss Molly. She always soothe me with the sound.
The sound of her singin’

“Bluebird fly by daylight
“Blackbird fly by night
“Hangman he drunk and the body keep on swingin’,
“To the left and to the right.”

Went out lookin' for, cocaine, fried bean and nicotine last night.
Oooooo man, the trouble I found.
Young man turn nasty, starts a lookin’ for a fight.
He went down; hit the ground, to the sound,
The sound of me singin’

“Bluebird fly by daylight
“Blackbird fly by night
“Hangman he drunk and the body keep on swingin’,
“To the left and to the right.”

Hear the guitar wail, hear the quaver quiver.
Hear the snare drum fall, the sound is loud and profound.
Bassman he worried, waiting for the singer to deliver.
And the singer smile and he turn to the crowd.
And the singer start a singin’

“Bluebird fly by daylight
“Blackbird fly by night
“Hangman he drunk and the body keep on swingin’,
“To the left and to the right.”