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The Bird
I curse the day she bought me that old bird
Squawking, talking, telling everything it ever heard
She never would have known about Big Betty Brown and me
But he fowled up and told her some things you won't believe
Oh my woman moved out on me today
And left that old stool pigeon parrot trembling in his cage
I hollered from the front porch and stopped her at the curb
And the last thing I gave her was the bird
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Oh the last thing I gave her was the bird
And she returned the favor with a few selected words
I don't have to worry now what's being overheard
The last thing I gave her was the bird
She sat the cage beside her on the seat
And left two streaks of firestone smokin' on the street
The neighbors ran for cover they could see she was disturbed
'Cause the last thing I gave her was the bird