Verse
F
Oh, the cuckoo is a pretty bird
G# A#
That wobbles as she flies
F
But she never says coo-coo
G# F
Till the fourth day of July
[Verse]
A# F
I've gambled in England
A# F
I've gambled in Spain
F
An' I bet you ten dollars
G# F
That I'll beat you next game
[Verse]
F
I build me a cabin
G# F
On a mountain so high
F
So I can see Nelly
G# F
As she goes ridin' by
[Verse]
F
I wish I was a poet
G# F
An' could write a fine hand
F
I'd write my love a letter
G#
Lord, she would understand.