The Cuckoo

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 you, 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 you two gallons
For a five dollar bill

I would go to Montana
If the moon showed any light
But my pony can't travel
This dark road tonight

Well it's once I
Had a sweetheart
And her age was sixteen
She was the flower of a Belton
And the rose of Selene

But her parents were against me
Now she is the same
If I've writ your book, love
You just blot out my name

And the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
She'll never say cuckoo
'Til the fourth day of July