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Hush, you little baby, don't you say a wordHere comes the devil, all dressed up like a mockingbirdAnd if that mockingbird should try to steal you off the groundMama's gonna grab on tight and hold you down, down, down Mama, can you tell me, where did my money go?What did the devil sell me? I don't even knowHe's been pecking in my pockets, diving round my doorTrying to take me with him- what does he want me for? [Chorus]Mama told me, don't let go the groundSomebody hold me, hold me down I got the devil on my shoulder- hollering- beating his red wingSaying "polly wanna dollar, I don't care if you can sing"And "put down that guitar, now, darlin', you can't really play itDon't matter what you got to say- you don't know how to say it"[Chorus]What's this coming? what's this coming? coming over meI can't stand myself, I can't even stand on my own feet [Chorus]
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"Mockingbird" as written by Zad Navid Darius Danesh, Peter Wilfred Glenister, Deni Lew, Nicky Graham
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing
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