The Bird And The Rifle

Intro: Verse There´s a bird making coffee in the kitchen And there´s a rifle out back smoking cigarrettes He don´t ever really feel like talking Don´t matter what she says verse 2 And the bird is always dreaming out the window Looking at that big wide open sky And the rifle, he used to be a dreamer But he wasn´t ment to fly Something down, on the ground, won´t let her out and holds her in He´s afraid if she flies, she'll never come home again Something about the bird and her spreading those wings Always brings the rifle out in him verse 3 But the rifle loves the bird when she´s singing And he knows every word to every song And the bird, she loves the rifle, ´cause he´s dangerous, stubborn and strong Something down, on the ground, won´t let her out and holds her in He´s afraid if she flies, she'll never come home again Something about the bird and her spreading those wings Always brings the rifle out in him Bridge Uu uu u uuu u u uuu uuuu Uu uu u uuu u u uuu uuuu verse 4 One night, when the autumn wind was perfect And the rifle drank his whisky and went to bed And he never even heard the window open She ain´t come back in Bridge Uu uu u uuu u u uuu uuuu Uu uu u uuu u u uuu uuuu