| Stare up at me, momma, like ya used to
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| Weather’s kind of cold but I don’t care
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| Fatten up that ol' Rhode Island rooster
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| It’s gettin' to feel like fall at the county fair
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| Well, there’s a Jaybird flyin' home to Mobile
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| Sleepin' in your cornfield for a while
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| Seems he just backed into a square meal
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| And he’s in for the night
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| So fine, yellow moon reflectin'
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| Through the frost along the window pane
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| Well, I’m a shootin' star in the wrong direction
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| Hey, I love you, momma, but I just can’t seem to change
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| And like that Jaybird flyin' home to Mobile
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| Sleepin' in your cornfield for a while
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| Seems I just backed into a square meal
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| And I’m in for the night
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| And if I was one for speculatin'
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| I suspect I might be back around
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| Well, you might find me riding on a breeze a-blowin'
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| Northern bound
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| Hey, like that Jaybird flyin' home to Mobile
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| Sleepin' in your cornfield for a while
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| Seems I just backed into a square meal
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| And I’m in for the night |