The Cuckoo Songtext
von Tarbox Ramblers

Well, the cuckoo
Yes, she′s a fine bird
And she warbles as she flies
But the cuckoo
Don't holler "Cuckoo"
Until the fourth day of July
And I say I′ve gambled
All down in Texas
And I've gambled
Lord, up in Maine
I'll head on back to
Oh, Harlan County
And I′ll knock down my last game Well, the cuckoo
Yes, she′s a fine bird
And I wish that, Lord, she were mine
But the cuckoo
She don't drink water
I said she only, Lord, drinks wine
Well, the cuckoo
Yes, she′s a fine bird
And I wish that she were mine
But the cuckoo
She don't drink water
I said she only, yes, drinks wine