I'm a long way from old Dixie, from my old home town.

My old Kentucky home.

My father and mother are both dead.

Got no place to call my own.

Little birdie, little birdie, come and sing me your song.

Got a short time to stay here, and a long time to be gone.

I'd rather be in some dark hollow where the sun don't ever shine

than to see you with another when you promise to be mine.

Little birdie, little birdie, come and sing me your song.

Got a short time to stay here, and a long time to be gone.

Little birdie, little birdie, come and sing me your song.

Got a short time to stay here, and a long time to be gone.