Bobby Bare
a bird named yesterday
I had a bird he flew away
And I guess he's gone to stay
But I see him winging on his way
My flyaway bird named Yesterday
He's over the place of my birth
He's circling a spot that I know
He's hangin' around the saw mill town
Where the gentle summer breeze blow
I had a bird he flew away
And I guess he's gone to stay
But I see him winging on his way
My flyaway bird named Yesterday
He's riding on a train
He's down at the old swimmin' hole
He'll fly till he finds
That old gang of mine
Then he'll search for a tree
A big tall oak tree
Then he'll look from his perch
At the old country church
I had a bird he flew away
And I guess he's gone to stay
But I see him winging on his way
My flyaway bird named Yesterday
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- THE STORYTELLER: THE ANTHOLOGY 1960-1983
- Darker Than Light
- The Best of Bobby Bare
- Down & Dirty
- Drunk And Crazy
- Sleeper Wherever I Fall
- Bare
- Me and McDill
- Sings Lullabys, Legends And Lies
- What Am I Gonna Do?
- Where Have All The Seasons Gone
- I Need Some Good News Bad
- This Is Bare Country
- Your Husband, My Wife
- The Real Thing
- Folsom Prison Blues
- The Game Of Triangles
- A Bird Named Yesterday
- This I Believe
- The Streets Of Baltimore