Little Red Bird Songtext
von Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds

Little red bird under a chair
Waiting for the crumbs to fall
Daddy said "Get a job"
Well don′t you see, Daddy, how good I am at catching crumbs?
Guns and gods and little red birds
Guns and gods and little red birds
General Custer is sad
Overestimated his abilities to win
Sitting Bull turned the table on him
A comfort to count the battles won after the war is lost
Little red bird
Guns and gods and little red birds Guns and gods and little red birds
A comfort to count the battles won after the war is lost
Goodbye
Comfort to count the battles won after the war is lost
Guns and gods and little red birds
Guns and gods and little red birds
Comfort to count the battles won after the war is lost
If there was a place hidden in the stars
Reflectin' on heaven′s graces
If God had an honest face
A troubled expression would be watching the human race