The Hummingbird lyrics

A farmboy from Kentucky HillsLearned to play guitar for his backpoarch thrillsLean a ladderback chair on a windowsillAnd look out at the starsHe must have got it up in MichiganHe and his brothers were pickin thenWhen he moved to Gary he took it with himThat Gibson Hummingbird guitarOh how that guitar would ringDad would close his eyes and singSilver Haired Daddy would always bring a tear to his eyesI was all of five years oldMy brother Don and a kid down the roadWe just did what we was told to get outside and playSomeone wrapped it in a coatAnd we took it to the swamp just to see if it'd floatBut a Hummingbird is not a boatAnd it sank straight awayWhen he got home that's when he heardWhat we'd done to that HummingbirdAnd he looked at me and never said a wordJust went out back to seeAnd there it was in all it's messWith the cattails and the redwing nestsAnd there he laid it down to rest for all eternityOne of these days you know what I'll doGet a Hummingbird guitar and a brother
or twoUnderneath a Kentucky moon, give him back his childhood dreamIt won't make up for thirty-two yearsAnd it won't dry up a swamp of tearsBut it's better than a case of beer and a fifth of Jim Beam