Kathy Mattea - Red-winged blackbird

Oh, can't you ^Csee that ^Gpretty little ^Ambird Singing with ^Gall his ^Emheart and ^Amsoul? He's got a ^Cblood red ^Gspot on his ^Amwing And all the ^Grest of him's ^Amblack as coal

Of all the ^Ccolours I ^Gever did ^Amsee Red and ^Gblack are the ^Emones I ^Amdread For when a ^Cman spills ^Gblood on the ^Amcoal They carry him ^Gdown from the ^Amcoal mines dead

Oh, fly a^Cway you ^Gred-winged ^Ambird Leave be^Ghind the ^Emminer's ^Amwife She'll dream a^Cbout you ^Gwhen you're ^Amgone She'll dream a^Gbout you ^Amall her life

Oh, can't you ^Csee that ^Gpretty little ^Ambird Singing with ^Gall his ^Emheart and ^Amsoul? He's got a ^Cblood red ^Gspot on his ^Amwing And all the ^Grest of him's ^Amblack as coal