@migu music@

I've got a little brown bird, love to hear her when she calls,

I've got a little brown bird, love to hear her when she calls.

You know I've got me a brown bird that don't do nothin',

but sing the blues up and down my hall.

I've got me a bird to whistle, Lord, I've got me a bird to sing,

I've got a bird to whistle, I've got me a bird to sing.

But when I sit down and start thinkin' about my brown bird all them other chicks don't mean a thing.

She's so dog gone pretty, I wish you boys could hear my little brown bird sing.

She's so dog gone pretty, I wish you boys could hear my little brown bird sing.

But you know what I love about the woman?

It's the way she spreads her wings.