Little Birdie

Little birdie, little birdie
What makes you fly so high? Oh
What makes you fly so high?

It's because I
Have a filled little hole
And I don't care to die

Oh woman, oh woman
What makes you act this way? Oh
What makes you act this way?

You ain't got no right to worry
You know that I can't stay

I'd rather be here early
In any place I know, oh
In any place I know
But to keep us
From trouble
Down this road, I go

Little birdie, little birdie
What makes your wing so blue? Oh
What makes your wing so blue?

There's nothing else
But the grieving
Grieving over you

Little birdie, little birdie
Sang to me your song
It's a short time
To stay here
A long time to be gone