Lyrics Mockingbird - Anaïs Mitchell

Mockingbird

hush, you little baby, don’t you say a word
here comes the devil, all dressed up like a mockingbird
and if that mockingbird should try to steal you off the ground
mama’s gonna grab on tight and hold you down- down- down
mama, can you tell me: where did my money go?
what did the devil sell me?
i don’t even know
he’s been pecking in my pockets, diving round my door
trying to take me with him- what does he want me for?
mama told me: don’t let go the ground
somebody hold me- hold me down
i got the devil on my shoulder- hollering- beating his red wing
saying «polly wanna dollar, i don’t care if you can sing»
and «put down that guitar, now, darlin', you can’t really play it
don’t matter what you got to say- you don’t know how to say it»
bridge
what’s this coming?
what’s this coming?
coming over me
i can’t stand myself- i can’t even stand on my own feet