The Cuckoo

Well, the cuckoo, she's fine bird; she warbles as she flies
But the cuckoo don't holler "cuckoo" till the fourth day of July

Yes I gambled down in Texas, I gambled up in Maine
I'm going back to Harlan County to knock down my last game

Yes the cuckoo, she's a fine bird, and I wish that she were mine
But the cuckoo, she don't drink water, she only drinks wine