Fletcher Henderson, Dixon



Pack up all my cares and woe, here I go, singing low,

Bye-bye Blackbird.

Where somebody waits for me, sugar's sweet, so is she,

Bye-bye Blackbird.

No one here can love and understand me.

Oh -- what hard-luck stories they all hand me.

Make my bed and light the light

I'll arrive late tonight,

Blackbird, Bye-bye.