Lyrics The Cuckoo Bird - Willie Watson

The Cuckoo Bird

Well, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
She never hollers cuckoo
Till the fourth day, July
I’ve played cards in England
I’ve gambled in Spain
I’ll bet you ten dollars
I’ll beat you next game
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds
I knew you from old
You robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and gold
Gonna build me log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see Nelly
As she goes riding by
Well, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
She never hollers cuckoo
Till th fourth day, July