Oh Lord
Little Birdy
You know they call it Stormy Monday, Tuesday is just as bad
You know they call it Stormy Monday, Tuesday is just as bad
Wednesday worse, and Thursday's all so sad
You know the eagle flies on Friday, And Saturday I go out to play
You know the eagle flies on Friday, And Saturday I go out to play
Sunday I go to church, And I kneel down and I pray
I cried, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me
I cried, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me
I'm lookin for my baby, Won't somebody send her home to me
Lyrics copywrite By Dade Grode... Music By Steven Taunton
Oh Lord, you know I hate that plow, Oh Lord, Oh Lord You know I hate that plow , Oh Lord
Chase that old horse around with that plow in the ground, Oh Lord
Oh Lord, I got to fix those rains, Oh Lord..Oh Lord, I got to fix those reins, Oh Lord
Got to fix those reigns cause their causin me pains, Oh Lord
Oh Lord, old horse eats better than me, Oh Lord... Oh Lord, old horse eats better than me, Oh Lord
That old horse eats better than me, Maser paid for him , got me free, Oh Lord
Oh Lord, That old horse gone lame, Oh Lord.. Oh Lord, That old horse gone lame, Oh Lord..
That old horse gone lame, Maser gonna put him down,What a shame Oh Lord
Oh Lord, Massa shot that old horse dead, Oh Lord... Oh Lord, Massa shot that old horse dead, OhLord
Massa shot that ole Horse dead, now he's got a gun to my head, Oh Lord
Oh Lord, I guess we both was slaves, Oh Lord...Oh Lord, I guess we both was slaves, Oh Lord...
I guess we both was slave, only one of us shaved, Oh Lord
Oh Lord, you know I hate that plow, Oh Lord, Oh Lord, You know I hate that plow , Oh Lord
Chase that old horse around with that plow in the ground, Oh Lord
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Hey Little Birdy, sittin on my windo sill...Hey Little Birdy, sittin on my windo sill/
You wake me in the morning, with your voice so loud and shrill
Hey little birdy, Next time you get me out of bed....Hey little birdy, Next time you get me out of bed/
I'm gonna jump right to the window sill and bop you right up side the head
