Bird Seed Blues © 1997

I'm a poor little birdie, and I've lost my way;
I couldn't get back home, now I've got to stay;
This long cold winter, Man, is hurtin' me;
What keeps me singin', is your generosity.

Bird seed is cheap, and there's ample supplies,
It sure takes the worry outa stayin' alive,
This long cold winter, Man, is hurtin' me;
What keeps me singin', is your generosity.

Then come next spring I'll show my gratitude,
You kept me fed, I'll catch bugs for you;
This long cold winter, Man, is hurtin' me;
What keeps me singin', is your generosity.