EmOh, well I know you stroke the set-up baby,Esus2 C Dof all the leaves up in the groundEmAnd I know your song is old but heavyEsus2 C Das I see dry leaves fallin' down, ohC D G D CWith all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes, ohC DYou're just a riddle in the skyD7 Em Esus2 C DWhere do my bluebirds fly?And as the early sigh of dawn will thunderI see you stir the fog aroundAnd when you find the voice and gears of sunsetwe'll hear that high and lonesome sound, ohAnd I will question every windif they've gone through the glow of your eyes, ohYou're just a riddle in the skyWhere do my bluebirds fly?Where do my bluebirds fly?Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers babyupon the ghosts along my trailAnd I know well I was sold and buriedbefore I knew it was for sale, ohWith all this fever in my mindI should aim for your kerosene eyesOh, you're just a target in the skyWhere do my bluebirds fly?
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