Steve Forbert - Blackbird Tune Lyrics

Blackbird, singing in the afternoonBlackbird, singing like he won't quite soonBlackbird, just another Yorkshire tuneFor blackbird tuneI leave my motel and I'm walking aroundOut on my own in this here chimney top townI hear your song, bird, and I'm searching to singWhat kinda bird might such a song singer be?Blackbird, singing in the afternoonBlackbird, whoa, singing like he won't quit soonBlackbird, just another Yorkshire tuneFor blackbird tuneYou see the cars parked from your chimney top perchYou see the wedding crowd come out from the churchA good luck handshake read the chimney sweep's signA good luck handshake, man, I wished he shook mineBlackbird, singing in the afternoonBlackbird, whoa, singing like he won't quit soonBlackbird, just another Yorkshire tuneFor blackbird tuneBlackbird, singing in the afternoonBlackbird, whoa, singing like he won't quit soonBlackbird, just another Yorkshire tuneFor blackbird tuneI let my feet go where they want me to beThey took me here to hear your sweet melodyThe songs of man sound louder day after dayI hope your blackbird song will not fade awayBlackbird, singing in the afternoonBlackbird, whoa, singing like he won't quit soonBlackbird, just another Yorkshire tuneFor blackbirdBlackbird, just another Yorkshire tuneFor blackbird tune