Texty: Bobby Bare. 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...

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...