Rising Appalachia - Cuckoo lyrics

[Rising Appalachia - Cuckoo lyrics]

Oh, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies and she never
Hollers 'cuckoo' 'Til the fourth day of July

Jack of diamonds jack of diamonds
I know you from old
You’ve robbed my poor pockets
Of my silver and gold

Gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountain so high so I can
See Whitlock as he passes by

Oh, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
How I wish she was mine
She never drinks whiskey
She only drinks wine

Oh, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies she never
Hollers 'cuckoo' 'Til the fourth day of July



Mmm hmm uh huh
Mmm mmm hmm
Uh huh mmm

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