Watson family - The cuckoo bird Lyrics

Gonna build me a log cabin
on a mountain so high,
So I can see Willy,
as she goes walking by.
Chorus:
Oh, the cuckoo, she s a pretty bird,
Lord, she warbles as she flies;
She ll never say cuckoo
Till the fourth day of July.
Well I played cards in old England
And I ve gambled over in Spain,
And I ll bet you ten dollars
That I ll beat you next game.
My horses they ain t hungry
And they won t eat your hay.
I ll drive home just a little further
Wondering why you treat me this way.
Oh, the cuckoo she s a pretty bird.
Lord, she warbles as she flies.
She ll cause never more trouble
And she ll tell you no lies.
There s one thing that s been a puzzle
Since the day that time began:
A man s love for, for his woman
And her sweet love for her man.
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