There's a half dressed mama running through the front yard

Waving a briefcase a hollerin'

There's mailman stumbling to his truck

With a dog on his leg that sure could use a collar and

I know there's times that you

Wish you had my point of view









I can see two skin-kneed boys

Down at the creek

Smoking daddy's cigarette butts

Down there's a man cussing me

Cuz he just got his car all washed and waxed up

But I ain't done nothing wrong

I'm just a bird singing my song









Looking down on the world below

Here they come and there they go

I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine

For quite some time

And I might go out on a limb

Just to get a better look at them

Oh no, I'm a little too close

I better fly away









There's a See Rock City birdhouse

Where I like to hang out but Johnny Shoots BBs

And Mrs.Cole's got a cement bowl

Where I'd love to take a bath

But the cat might eat me

So I'll just stay up here

At least until the coast is clear









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Oh Yeah









There's a millions stories that I could tell

But some of them I keep to myself

Just remember whatever you do

Somebody looking over you, yeah





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