Lyrics The Hummingbird - Darrell Scott
THE
HUMMINGBIRD
A
farmboy
from
Kentucky
Hills
Learned
to
play
guitar
for
his
backpoarch
thrills
Lean
a
ladderback
chair
on
a
windowsill
And
look
out
at
the
stars
He
must
have
got
it
up
in
Michigan
He
and
his
brothers
were
pickin
then
When
he
moved
to
Gary
he
took
it
with
him
That
Gibson
Hummingbird
guitar
Oh
how
that
guitar
would
ring
Dad
would
close
his
eyes
and
sing
Silver
Haired
Daddy
would
always
bring
a
tear
to
his
eyes
I
was
all
of
five
years
old
My
brother
Don
and
a
kid
down
the
road
We
just
did
what
we
was
told
to
get
outside
and
play
Someone
wrapped
it
in
a
coat
And
we
took
it
to
the
swamp
just
to
see
if
it'd
float
But
a
Hummingbird
is
not
a
boat
And
it
sank
straight
away
When
he
got
home
that's
when
he
heard
What
we'd
done
to
that
Hummingbird
And
he
looked
at
me
and
never
said
a
word
Just
went
out
back
to
see
And
there
it
was
in
all
it's
mess
With
the
cattails
and
the
redwing
nests
And
there
he
laid
it
down
to
rest
for
all
eternity
One
of
these
days
you
know
what
I'll
do
Get
a
Hummingbird
guitar
and
a
brother
or
two
Underneath
a
Kentucky
moon,
give
him
back
his
childhood
dream
It
won't
make
up
for
thirty-two
years
And
it
won't
dry
up
a
swamp
of
tears
But
it's
better
than
a
case
of
beer
and
a
fifth
of
Jim
Beam
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