Lyrics Rare Birds - Chris Robinson Brotherhood

Rare Birds

I think she said, «My name is Pearl»
And like a dance, I was in a whirl
Next thing I remember, were roses on the bed
We made love and both did agree
We were pleasant company
What’s good for the body is good for your head
She said
Easy as paradise
We were there with no look twice
Tendin' to our garden
And playin' in the sun
Rock 'n' roll, Saturday nights
Hangovers and airplane flights
It must be a custom job
'Cause it sho' feels nice
For sure, you’re a rare bird baby
Perched in my tree (High in my tree)
One thing I know for certain is you got to be free
Witchcraft and dungarees
All too real and make believe
Dirt hippie feet
In the house of tangerine
The pilgrims walk, the midnight talks
The evil eye, the holy cloth
Turquoise lapis and aquamarine
For sure, you’re a rare bird baby
Perched in my tree (High in my tree)
One thing I know for certain is you got to be free
Hidden charms, false alarms
Down in the basement with the red light on
Stash away a little
In case some folks drop by
Dreamin' of the horse’s hoofs
Never bad, only good
Never sad, only blue as it comes with time
For sure, you’re a rare bird baby
Perched in my tree (High in my tree)
One thing I know for certain is you got to be free
For sure, you’re a rare bird baby (For sure)
Perched in my tree (High in my tree)
One thing I know for certain (One thing) is you got to be free