Well the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
She'll never say cuckoo
'Til the fourth of July

Well for working, I'm too lazy
And for begging, that's too slow
Train a-robbing, too dangerous
So to gamble, did I go

And I gambled, out in England
I gambled over in Spain
And it never brought me nothing
Except its feel-good, and its shame

Headin' out on Tenkiller Mountain
I'm gonna build me, I'm gonna build me a still
I'll sell you two gallons
For a five dollar bill

Gonna build me, a log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see my sugar baby
As she goes easing by

And the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
Shе'll never say cuckoo
Til' the fourth day of July