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Meredith Edwards Miscellaneous The Bird Song There's a half dressed mama running through the front yard Waving a briefcase a hollerin' There's mailman stumbling to his truck With a dog on his leg that sure could use a collar and I know there's times that you Wish you had my point of view I can see two skin-kneed boys Down at the creek Smoking daddy's cigarette butts Down there's a man cussing me Cuz he just got his car all washed and waxed up But I ain't done nothing wrong I'm just a bird singing my song Looking down on the world below Here they come and there they go I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine For quite some time And I might go out on a limb Just to get a better look at them Oh no, I'm a little too close I better fly away There's a See Rock City birdhouse Where I like to hang out but Johnny Shoots BBs And Mrs.Cole's got a cement bowl Where I'd love to take a bath But the cat might eat me So I'll just stay up here At least until the coast is clear Chorus Oh Yeah There's a millions stories that I could tell But some of them I keep to myself Just remember whatever you do Somebody looking over you, yeah La La La La La La La La La La Chorus La La La La La La La La La La |
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