The Cuckoo - Rory Gallagher

Oh the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird

And she warbles as she flies

And she never holler cuckoo

'Til the 4th day of July

Jack of Diamonds Jack of Diamonds

Well I’ve known you of old

Well you’ve robbed my poor pockets

Of the silver and the gold

I’m goin up up on a mountain

I' m gonna build me a whiskey still

And I’ll sell you one bottle

For a twenty dollar-bill

I’m going up upon a hillside

And I’m gonna stand lookin' down

So I can see my little baby

Whenever she is walking around

Oh the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird

And she warbles as she flies

Well she brings us glad tidings

And she never tells no lies

Jack of Diamonds Jack of Diamonds

You’re the meanest card I know

Well you robbed my poor pockets

And you nearly stole my soul

Well, I’ll eat, when I’m hungry

And I’ll drink, when I’m dry

And if some woman don’t shoot me

Then I’ll live a long time

Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo

Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo