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 liesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
