Little Red Bird Songtext / Lyric

Little red bird under a chair

Waiting for the crumbs to fall

“Daddy said, 'Get a job'

But, don't you see, daddy, how good I am at catching crumbs?”



Guns and gods and little red birds

Guns and gods and little red birds



General Custer, it's said

Overestimated his abilities to win

Sitting Bull turned the table on him

A comfort to count the battles won after the war is lost

Little red bird






Guns and gods and little red birds

Guns and gods and little red birds

A comfort to count the battles won after the war is lost



Comfort to count the battles won after the war is lost



Guns and gods and little red birds

Guns and gods and little red birds

Comfort to count the battles won after the war is lost



If there was a place hidden in the stars

Reflected on heaven's graces

If God had an honest face

A troubled expression would be watching the human race

Little red bird