Bird in the Hand

And baby don't want me hanging out
Talking sweet
To the lonely hobos on the street
And baby don't want me riding the rails
Watching the dawn come in
While the prairie breaks and bends

Baby, you're not a solitary man
Yeah, so get it in line
Stop your wandering

Baby don't want me sitting by the roadside fires
Talking in a quiet way
Until the night expires
And baby don't want me roping up the raft
Watching the waterways
Like some long lost river rat

Baby, you're not a solitary man
Yeah, so get it in line
Stop your wandering
Get it in line, you got a bird in the hand
And she's gonna fly
Whilе you're wandering

Baby don't want me rolling into town
Sеlling the lovesick troubadour
And the huckleberry hound
And baby don't want me leaving at the tender hour
When the heart beats honestly
And the vine blooms on the bower

Baby, you're not a solitary man
Yeah, so get it in line
Stop your wandering
Baby, you got a bird in the hand
So get it in line
Stop your wandering