Buffalo Springfield - Bluebird

^{D G}Listen to my ^Dbluebird laugh, ^GShe can't tell you ^Dwhy. ^GDeep within her ^Dheart you see, ^CShe ^Gknows only ^Dcrying,^{C G} just ^Dcrying,^{C G} yeah...^D

^GThere she sits, a ^Dlofty perch, ^GStrangest color ^Dblue. ^GFlying is for^Dgotten how, ^CShe ^Gthinks only of ^Dyou, ^{C G} just ^Dyou,^{C G} awwe...^D

^DSo get all those blues, must be a thousand hues, And each is differently used, you just ^Ckn^Gow. You sit there ^Dmesmorized, by the debth of her eyes, If you could could catagorize, she's got ^Cso^Gul. She got so^Cul^G, she got so^Cul^G, she got ^Dsoul...^{C G D}

^DDo you think she loves you? Do you ^Cthink at ^Dall?

^GSoon she's going to ^Dfly away, ^GSadness is her ^Down. ^GFill herself a ^Dbath of tears, ^{C G}And go ^Dhome, ^Dand go home.