| Now a hummingbird is a little critter
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| Wings flutter so fast, they’re always blurred
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| They’re beautiful, dazzling, sparkling things
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| And there’s a guitar that’s called a hummingbird
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| It’s a square-shouldered dreadnought made by Gibson
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| Mahogany back and sides, the top is spruce
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| There’s a hummingbird drinking from a trumpet flower
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| On a pickguard, the color rosé Mateus
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| A hummingbird, hummingbird
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| Mm, hummingbird
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| Make a joyful noise to the Lord (Hallelujah)
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| That’s from the book of psalms in the holy world (Yes, brother)
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| I’m joyful playing old time gospel
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| In the key of G on my hummingbird
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| Hummingbird, hummingbird
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| Mm, hummingbird
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| Now when the roll’s called to beyond
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| I sure pray my name is heard
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| And if I pass through the pearly gates (Yeah)
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| Hope St. Peter will let me bring my hummingbird
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| Hummingbird (Hummingbird)
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| Hummingbird (Hummingbird)
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| Mm, hummingbird
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| Hummingbird (Hummingbird)
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| Hummingbird (Hummingbird)
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| Mm, hummingbird |