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