Lyrics Dave Matthews Band – Little Red Bird

Little red bird under a chair
Waiting for the crumbs to fall
«Daddy said, ‘Get a job’
But, 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, it’s said
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

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
Reflected on heaven’s graces
If God had an honest face
A troubled expression would be watching the human race
Little red bird