(With Hal Coleman)
Well, my throat was dry and it was a getting late
And I was at this bar on an interstate
When a guy with this bird
On his shoulder walked through the door
Yeah
He proceeded to tell me the wildest thing
He said, "Sir, this bird of mine can sing
Like no other bird
You have ever heard before"
Well, I kinda looked at the guy
And said "Oh, really?"
He turned to the bird and said "Do old Willie"
When the bird started singing
I almost fell in the floor
Whiskey River take my mind
Don't let her memory torture me
Whiskey River don't run dry
You're all I got to take care of me
Well, if that ain't the darnedest thing
Well, I thought, son
What a heck of a thing
A man could get rich
Making that bird sing
And I could feel this wild idea coming on strong
"And besides, I'm sitting here with two weeks pay
And I'd probably blow it all on beer anyway"
Then he said, "Hey
Wait till you hear him sing like George Jones"
He stopped loving her today
They place a wreath upon his door
Soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today
I said, "Well, that does it, sir
Yep, I'd like to buy that bird
Would a five hundred dollars
Take him off your hands, huh?"
Well, he thought for a while
And he said, "Alright"
He handed me the bird
And he said, "Goodnight"
He counted my money and out the door he ran
Well, I was thinking I'd found the rainbow's end
And the money would soon be pouring in
When suddenly the bird
Just flew out the door and was gone
Well, then it hit me
And I got boiling mad
Cause I knew right then that I'd been had
And as he flew out into the night
He was signing this song
On the road again
I just can't wait to get on the road again
Somebody stop that bird
The life I love is making money with my friend
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
My bird
I just can't wait to get on the road again
My five hundred dollars
The life I love is making money with my friend
And I can't wait to get on the road again
Somebody get me a BB gun
On the road again
I want that bird
I just can't wait to get on the road again
This is for the birds
The life I love is making money with my friend
And I can't wait to get on the road again
Buy me a drink somebody
Hey, come back here, bird