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Oh, well IAm know you stroke the set-up baby, of all the leAsus2aves up in the groFund C And I Amknow your song is old but heavy as IAsus2 see dry leaves falFlin' down, ohC FWith all this fever in myC mind, I couldC drown in your Ckerosene Feyes, oh FYou're just a riddle in theC sky G7Where do my bluebirds fly? Am Asus2 F C
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?