The Bird And The Rifle

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[Verse 1]

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There's a bird making coffee in the kitchen
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And there's a rifle out back smoking cigarettes
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He don't ever really feel like talking
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Don't matter what she says


[Verse 2]

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And the bird is always dreaming out the window
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Looking at that big wide open sky
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And the rifle, he used to be a dreamer
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But he wasn't meant to fly


[Chorus]

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Something down, on the ground, won't let her out and holds her in
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He's afraid if she flies, she'll never come home again
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Something about the bird in her spreading those wings
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Always brings the rifle out in him


[Verse 3]

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But the rifle loves the bird when she's singing
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And he knows every word to every song
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And the bird, she loves the rifle, 'cause he's dangerous,
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stubborn and strong


[Chorus]

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Something down, on the ground, won't let her out and holds her in
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He's afraid if she flies, she'll never come home again
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Something about the bird in her spreading those wings
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Always brings the rifle out in him


[Bridge]

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Uu uu u uuu u u uuu uuuu


[Verse 4]

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One night, when the autumn wind was perfect
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And the rifle drank his whiskey and went to bed
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And he never even heard the window open
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And she ain't come back yet


[Bridge]

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