Little birdie
I'm long way from old Dixie Near my old Kentucky home And my father and mother are both dead Got no place to call my home OH, I'd rather be in some dark holler Where the sun don't ever shine Than to see you another man's woman When you promised to be mine Little birdie, little birdie Come and sing me your song Got a short time to stay here And a long time to be gone Little birdie, little birdie What makes you act so queer You've got no cause to worry And don't need no clothes to wear Married woman married woman Come and see what you have done You have caused me to love you Now your husband is dead and gone * Refrain Oh I'd rather be a sailor Way out there upon the sea Than to be a married man With a baby on my knee For a married man sees trouble While a single man sees none And I'd rather be a single man And have all my fun * Refrain