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Oh, well IEm know you stroke the set-up baby, of all the leEsus2aves up in the groCund D And I Emknow your song is old but heavy as IEsus2 see dry leaves falClin' down, ohD CWith all this fever in myD mind, I couldG drown in your Dkerosene Ceyes, oh CYou're just a riddle in theD sky D7Where do my bluebirds fly? Em Esus2 C D
And as the early sigh of dawn will thunder I see you stir the fog around And when you find the voice and gears of sunset we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh And I will question every wind if they've gone through the glow of your eyes, oh You're just a riddle in the sky Where do my bluebirds fly? Where do my bluebirds fly? Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail And I know well I was sold and buried before I knew it was for sale, oh With all this fever in my mind I should aim for your kerosene eyes Oh, you're just a target in the sky Where do my bluebirds fly?