Words & Music:
This is part of the two-chord, traditional song jamboree printed in the September 2009 issue of Acoustic Guitar.
Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird; she warbles as she flies.
Am G Am
And she never gets lonesome 'til the fourth [alt: "first"] day of July.
Gonna build me a cabin on the mountain so high;
So, I can see the cuckoo as she goes flyin' by.
It's trouble, it's trouble on my mine.
If trouble don't kill me, I'll live a long, long time.
I've gambled in England and I've gambled down in Spain
I gambled with five aces; now, I've gambled my last game
Oh, it's gamblin' that's brought me prison
And it's gamblin' that's brought me pain
I'll never see the cuckoo or hear her song again
Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds, I know you of old
You robbed my poor pockets of silver and of gold