Little Birdie

Little Birdie - Coon Creek Girls

Little birdie little birdie

What makes you fly so high

It's because I have a true little heart

And want don't care to die

I'd rather be here honey

Than any place I know

But to help keep down trouble

Down this old road I go

Little birdie little birdie

What makes your wings so blue

It's nothing else but grieving

Grieving over you

I'd rather drink muddy water

And sleep in a holler log

Than to stay here on this old river

Be treated like dirty dog

Little birdie little birdie

What makes you fly so high

What makes you fly so high

It's because I have a true little heart

And I don't care to die