Standard (EADGBE)

 Oh, well I knew you shook the set-up baby,

  of all the leaves up in the ground

 And I know our song is over and heavy

  as I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh

With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes

 Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky

 Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?

And as the early sign of dawn of thunder

I see you stir the fog around

And when you find the boys and gears of sunset

we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh

And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes

Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky

Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?

I say where do my bluebirds fly?

Oh, well I know you soak your feathers baby

upon the ghosts along my trail

And I know well I was sole and buried

before I knew it was for sale, oh

With all this fever in my mind I could aim for your kerosene eyes

Oh, you're just a target in the sky

I say where do my bluebirds fly?

I say where do my bluebirds fly?