Steve Forbert - Blackbird Tune lyrics

Blackbird, singing in the afternoon Blackbird, singing like he won't quite soon Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune For blackbird tune I leave my motel and I'm walking around Out on my own in this here chimney top town I hear your song, bird, and I'm searching to sing What kinda bird might such a song singer be? Blackbird, singing in the afternoon Blackbird, whoa, singing like he won't quit soon Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune For blackbird tune You see the cars parked from your chimney top perch You see the wedding crowd come out from the church A good luck handshake read the chimney sweep's sign A good luck handshake, man, I wished he shook mine

Blackbird, singing in the afternoon Blackbird, whoa, singing like he won't quit soon Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune For blackbird tune Blackbird, singing in the afternoon Blackbird, whoa, singing like he won't quit soon Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune For blackbird tune I let my feet go where they want me to be They took me here to hear your sweet melody The songs of man sound louder day after day I hope your blackbird song will not fade away Blackbird, singing in the afternoon Blackbird, whoa, singing like he won't quit soon Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune For blackbird Blackbird, just another Yorkshire tune For blackbird tune