Текст песни The Bird Man

(Narrative by Burt Lancaster):

I sit in my cell and I stare at the floor

The walls, the ceiling, the bars on the door

(Highwaymen):

And at times he can hear far away, far away

The song from a bird from an old yesterday

A bird that he found unable to fly

Alone in the cold almost ready to die

(Narrative by Burt Lancaster):

I'm a man who once killed

A man who must dwell for the rest of my life

All alone in this cell

(Highwaymen):

A poor little bird he took back to his cell

And held it and nourished it until it was well

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For the rest of my life there'll be six iron bars

Six iron bars between me and the stars

(Highwaymen):

But the poor little bird didn't know it could fly

And much too afraid, too fearful to try

Then the bird grew strength from a man who was strong

And soon spread it's wings and it burst into song

(Narrative by Burt Lancaster):

I sit in my cell & I stare at the floor

The walls, the celing and the bars on the door

(Highwaymen):

And at times he can hear far away far away

The song from a bird from an old yesterday

And at times he can hear far away far away

The song from a bird from an old yesterday