a bird named yesterday

i had a bird he flew away

and i guess he's gone to stay

but i see him winging on his way

my flyaway bird named yesterday. he's over the place of my birth

he's circling a spot that i know

he's hangin' around the saw mill town

where the gentle summer breezes blow. i had a bird he flew away

and i guess he's gone to stay

but i see him winging on his way

my flyaway bird named yesterday. he's riding on a train

he's down at the old swimmin' hole

he'll fly till he finds

that old gang of mine. then he'll search for a tree

a big tall oak tree

then he'll look from his perch

at the old country church. i had a bird he flew away

and i guess he's gone to stay

but i see him winging on his way

my flyaway bird named yesterday. my name is bob

bill my name is joe. i live in little rock

seattle. i even

live in kokomo. i was born in a big city and i was born on a farm (he's over

the place of my birth) and i was born and grew up in a little town in southern

ohio and i still live here. you know my town never changed much until a few

years ago when that big industrial outfit came in and bought up a lot of the

land around here. fact is they just about bought the whole town.