The Cuckoo - Uncle Sinner

Well the cuckoo, she’s a pretty bird

And she warbles as she flies

She’ll never say cuckoo

'Til the fourth day of July

Well for working, I’m too lazy

And for begging, that’s too slow

Train a-robbing, too dangerous

So to gamble, did I go

Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds

Well I’ve known, I’ve know you of old

You robbed my poor pockets

Of their Silver and their gold

Headin' out on Tenkiller Mountain

I’m gonna build me, I’m gonna build me a still

I’ll sell ya two gallons

For a five dollar bill

I’ll go to Montana

If the moon shone any light

But my pony can’t travel

This dark road tonight

Well it’s one side

And it’s sweetheart

And her age was sixteen

She was the flower of the and the rose of Selene

But her parents were against me

Now she is the same

If I’ve written your book, love

You’ve just blot out my name

Well the cuckoo, she’s a pretty bird

And she warbles as she flies

She’ll never say cuckoo

'Til the fourth day of July