| Oh, the coo coo, she’s a fine bird
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| Don’t she wobble as she flies
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| She don’t never holler coo coo
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| Till the fourth of July
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| Oh, the coo coo, she’s a fine bird
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| Don’t I wish she was mine
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| She won’t never drink water
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| She always drink wine
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| Don’t you kill her, little coo coo
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| She won’t do you no harm
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| She will eat up all the groundworms
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| That destroy dad’s farm
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| Oh, the coo coo, she’s a wise bird
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| Goes down south in the fall
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| She goes down to hold my armor
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| Where the snow never falls
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| Oh, the coo coo, she’s a wise bird
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| Builds her nest in the pines
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| She goes high up in the timbers
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| Where the snakes never climb
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| Oh, the coo coo, she’s a fine bird
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| Don’t she wobble as she flies
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| She don’t never holler coo coo
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| Till the fourth of July |