Nary

Oh, I wish I was a pretty little bird

In the hills of Kentucky

I'd fly away from this old house

That's made a wreck of me

Oh, my mommy and daddy, they left this world

When I was only three

I'll meet them up in Glory Land

In that day of sweet release

Well, seasons come and seasons go

Only thing that's free

That's the grace from my dear old Lord

That sanctify me

Well, I wish I was a pretty little bird

In the hills of Kentucky

I'd fly away from this old house

That's made a wreck of me

Whoa, now, nary a girl will enter here

They do, then they won't leave

I'll bury them in that old workhall

Underneath that willer tree

Well, I ain't wrong, girl, and you ain't right, now

Do you hear my plea?

I'd rather walk this life alone

Than live on a wounded knee

Well, I wish I was a pretty little bird

In the hills of Kentucky

I'd fly away from this old house

That's made a wreck of me

That so?

I'd fly away from this old house

That's made a wreck of me