There's a half dressed mama running through the front yard
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Waving a briefcase a hollerin'
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There's mailman stumbling to his truck
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With a dog on his leg that sure could use a collar and
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I know there's times that you
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Wish you had my point of view
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I can see two skin-kneed boys
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Down at the creek
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Smoking daddy's cigarette butts
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Down there's a man cussing me
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Cuz he got his car all washed and waxed up
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But I ain't done nothing wrong,
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I'm just a bird singing my song.
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Looking down on the world below
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Here they come and there they go
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I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine
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For quite some time
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And I might go out on a limb
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Just to get a better look at them
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Oh no, I'm a little too close
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Better fly away¡¦
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There's a See Rock City birdhouse
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Where I like to hang out with but Johnny Shoots BBs
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And Mrs. Cole's got a cement bowl
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Where I'd like to take a bath
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But the cat might eat me
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So I'll just stay up here
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At least until the coast is clear
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Lookin' down at the world below
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Here they come and there they go
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I'm a people watcher
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It's been a hobby of mine
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For quite some time
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And I might go out on a limb
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Just to get a better look at them
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Yeah¡¦
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There's a millions stories that I could tell
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But some of them I keep to myself
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Just remember no matter what you do
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Somebody always looking over you
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Chorus
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La la la la la la la la la la la
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La la la la la la la la la la la
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The Bird Song
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Meredith Edwards |