Corrina
I got a bird what whistles, baby got a bird
Honey got a bird … it would sing,
Baby got a bird
Honey got a bird … it would sing
Without my Corrina, sure don’t mean, sure don’t mean a natural thing.
I learned to love you baby, honey for I call
Baby for I call your name.
Baby for I call
Honey for I call your name.
I love you Corrina,
It sure don’t mean, it sure don’t mean a natural thing.
Have mercy, have mercy, baby on my hard luck
Honey on my hard luck soul.
Baby on my hard luck
Honey on my hard luck soul
I got a rainbow round my shoulder
Looks like silver, shines like Klondike gold.
Well I love you honey, honey tell the world, baby tell the world I do
Honey tell the world I do, baby tell the world I do
Ain’t no woman in fourteen counties, love me baby like the way I do.
I got a bird what whistles, baby got a bird
Honey got a bird … it would sing, baby got a bird
Honey got a bird … it would sing
Without Corrina, sure don’t mean, sure don’t mean a natural thing
Corrina, Corrina, Corrina
July 28th, 2006
Additional live versions with Trevor singing the free-flowing Taj rhythms:
8-12-05 Santa Cruz (FLAC only)
9-10-05 Knitting Factory
9-22-05 Charlottesville, VA