Oh, well I know you stroke the set-up baby,
Of all the leaves up in the ground
And I know your song is old but heavy
As I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh
With all this fever in my mind,
I could drown in your kerosene eyes
Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?
And as the early sigh of dawn will thunder
I see you stir the fog around
And when you find the voice and gears of sunset
We'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh
And I will question every wind
If they gone through the glow of your eyes
Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?
Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby
Upon the ghosts along my trail
And I know well I was sold and buried
Before I knew it was for sale, oh
With all this fever in my mind I should aim for your kerosene eyes
Oh, you're just a target in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?
I say where do my bluebirds fly?
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