Bird In The Hand Lyrics

by Amy Ray

Baby don't want me hanging out
Talking sweet
To the lonely hobos on the street
And Baby don't want me riding the rails
Watching the dawn come in
While the prairie breaks and bends
“Baby, you're not a solitary man
Yeah, so get it in line
Stop your wandering”
Baby don't want me sitting by the road side fires
Talking in a quiet way
Until the night expires
And Baby, don't want me roping up the raft

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Watching the waterways
Like some long lost river rat
“Baby, you're not a solitary man
Yeah, so get it in line
Stop your wandering”
“Get it in line, you got a bird in the hand
Yeah, and she's gonna fly
While you're wandering”
Baby don't want me rolling into town
Selling the lovesick troubadour
And the huckleberry hound
And Baby don't want me leaving at the tender hour
When the heart beats honestly
And the vine blooms on the bower
“Baby, you're not a solitary man
Yeah, so get it in line
Stop your wandering”