Oh, well IEm know you stroke the set-up baby,
of all the leEsus2aves up in the groCundD
And I Emknow your song is old but heavy
as IEsus2 see dry leaves falClin' down, ohD
CWith all this fever in myD mind, I couldG drown in your Dkerosene Ceyes, oh
CYou're just a riddle in theD sky
D7Where do my bluebirds fly?EmEsus2CD
And as the early sigh of dawn will thunder
I see you stir the fog around
And when you find the voice and gears of sunset
we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh
And I will question every wind
if they've gone through the glow of your eyes, oh
You're just a riddle in the sky
Where do my bluebirds fly?
Where do my bluebirds fly?
Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby
upon the ghosts along my trail
And I know well I was sold and buried
before I knew it was for sale, oh
With all this fever in my mind
I should aim for your kerosene eyes
Oh, you're just a target in the sky
Where do my bluebirds fly?