The Cuckoo - Tom Rush

Oh the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird

And she warbles as she flies

But she never holler cuckoo

'Til the 4th day of July

Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds

Well I’ve known you of old

Well you’ve robbed my poor pockets

Of the silver and the gold

Well I’m goin' up up on the mountain

I' m gonna build me a still

And I’ll sell you one gallon

For a two-dollar bill

Well, I’ll eat when I’m hungry

And I’ll drink when I’m dry

If some woman don’t shoot me

Then I’ll live 'til I die

Well for workin' I’m too lazy

And beggin' that’s too low

Well train robbin' that’s to dangerous

So a-gamblin' Ill go

Well the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird

And she warbles when she flies

Well she brings us glad tidings

Yes, she tells us no lies