Lyrics:
old white oak tree Layin' shade on me Pickin' blackberries off the vine A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines I can't wait to walk those streets
stream flowin' A little spot of heaven up on Sugar Hill Up On Sugar Hill with the bobwhite's callin' Black crows cawkin', and the soft wind blows Up
a covey he can run them fields I’d pawn my fiddle for to go his bail Cause we like the chase of that Holy Grail Yeah, we like the taste of that bobwhite
inhuman? Why be like me? Like so many robins Like so many doves Like so many lovebirds With so many loves Like the songs of the bobwhite Without
When I was young I remember well I'd hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail The river was clear and deep back then and fishin' lines tied
evenin' breeze When was the last time That you heard a Bobwhite song When was the last time I'll bet it's been too long Back in the country Now I
Another lonesome morning You thought you didn't care But morning breezes find you Wishing he were there Bobwhite sings his same old song Trying hard
Bay? Have you heard a bobwhite calling In the Carolina pines Or heard the bellow of a Diesel at the Appalachia mines? Does the call of Niagara thrill you
boy When I was young I remember well I'd hunt the wild turkey and bobwhite quail The river was clear and deep back then Had fishin' lines tied
the evening. Naked boys throwing stones Beady eyes and desert bones They saw you leaving. God gave you bobwhites And the good kind of black night When you left
rattlesnakes Pack rats, ranch cats Prairie dogs, gray-diggers Field mice, porcupines And China pheasants, bobwhites Goldfinches, turtledoves Meadowlarks,
Red shed short bed chevy Bobwhite and a dogwood tree Back pew pine to pine wood stools Where the River and your roots run deep Carpet mill can't
fight oh You mad I use my money right Jealous of what I drive right Mad that this is water and not sprite! Still not eating bobwhite quail Why are you
another time The Shawnee roamed these mountain sides You'd see the beaver swim and bobwhite fly On back in another time You could hear angels singing in
Unattainable Just a couple of In-decline Bobwhite quail Myopically Pulling feathers from our tails. Ungracefully I'm fighting to keep the world from Feeling so
found you in Nevada desert queen for sale You told me the Picasso you ordered bob-white quail The flood in Louisiana turned our roads to mud So you ran
thought you didn't care But morning breezes find you Wishing he were there Bobwhite sings his same old song Trying hard to please And you hear
at night Wake up and sing la, la, la, la, la, Be a bob-white Pucker up and whistle and you'll find that this'll Make you whistle comin' home at night
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