The Bird Song

There's a half dressed mama running through the front yard
Waving a briefcase a hollerin'
There's mailman stumbling to his truck
With a dog on his leg that sure could use a collar and
I know there's times that you
Wish you had my point of view

I can see two skin-kneed boys
Down at the creek
Smoking daddy's cigarette butts
Down there's a man cussing me
Cuz he just got his car all washed and waxed up
But I ain't done nothing wrong
I'm just a bird singing my song

Looking down on the world below
Here they come and there they go
I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine
For quite some time
And I might go out on a limb
Just to get a better look at them
Oh no, I'm a little too close
I better fly away

There's a See Rock City birdhouse
Where I like to hang out but Johnny Shoots BBs
And Mrs.Cole's got a cement bowl
Where I'd love to take a bath
But the cat might eat me
So I'll just stay up here
At least until the coast is clear

Chorus

Oh Yeah

There's a millions stories that I could tell
But some of them I keep to myself
Just remember whatever you do
Somebody looking over you, yeah

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