The Coo Coo

Oughta build me a log cabin

On the mountain up so high

So I can see my Mary

As she goes right on by

My horses they ain’t hungry

And they won’t eat any of your hay

Gonna go on little further

And I’ll see you on the way

Well I gambled down in England

And I played cards out in Spain

And I bet you ten dollars

That I’ll beat you the next game

Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds

Lord I’ve know you of old

Well you robbed my poor pockets

Of my silver and my gold

For the coo coo ain’t she a fine bird

Don’t she warble as she fly

But she never hollars coo coo

‘Till the fourth day of July