From my old Kentucky home
My father and mother are both dead
Got no place to call my own
Little birdie, little birdie
Come and sing me your song
Got a short time to stay here
And a long time to be gone
I'd rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't ever shine
Than to see you with another
When you promise to be mine
Little birdie, little birdie
Come and sing me your song
Got a short time to stay here
And a long time to be gone
Little birdie, little birdie,
come and sing me your song.
Got a short time to stay here
And a long time to be gone