Lyrics

In a country shack long ago
In a room out back they turned the lamp down low
Struck the strings and began to play
Then they spread their wings and flew away
 
The bluebirds don’t sing here anymore
 
Down at the crossroads they rode the night train
Look on yonder wall – Hand them down their walkin’ cane
There’s a red house where they used to stay
We ain’t seen them in ninety-nine and one half days
 
They rolled and tumbled – Heard the fallin’ rain
They said it felt like a ball and chain
Hey, baby, you don’t have to go
We’re goin’ down down down to where the muddy waters flow
 
People came from miles around
Just to hear their little guitar sound
We keep tryin’ to carry on
But the sky is crying’ – The thrill is gone