Pick Poor Robin Clean Songtext
von Erin Harpe

Why don′t you pick poor robin clean, pick poor robin clean
Picked his head, and you picked his feet
Would have picked his body but it wasn't fit to eat
Oh pick poor robin clean, pick poor robin clean
And I′ll be satisfied, havin' a family

What did that jay bird say, pick poor robin clean
Pick poor robin clean, oh pick poor robin clean
What did that jay bird say, pick poor robin clean
And I'll be satisfied, havin′ a family


(Yeah)

Get off my money, and don′t get funny
'Cause I′m from Georgia, I ain't from Florida (oh, no)
Put down that blade, get outta my way
I′m just a hustlin' fool, that′s just what I am

Why don't you pick poor robin clean, pick poor robin clean
Picked his head, and you picked his feet
Would have picked his body but it wasn't fit to eat
Oh pick poor robin clean, pick poor robin clean
And I′ll be satisfied, havin′ a family