Mockingbird - Anaïs Mitchell

hush, you little baby, don’t you say a word

here comes the devil, all dressed up like a mockingbird

and if that mockingbird should try to steal you off the ground

mama’s gonna grab on tight and hold you down- down- down

mama, can you tell me: where did my money go?

what did the devil sell me?

i don’t even know

he’s been pecking in my pockets, diving round my door

trying to take me with him- what does he want me for?

mama told me: don’t let go the ground

somebody hold me- hold me down

i got the devil on my shoulder- hollering- beating his red wing

saying «polly wanna dollar, i don’t care if you can sing»

and «put down that guitar, now, darlin', you can’t really play it

don’t matter what you got to say- you don’t know how to say it»

bridge

what’s this coming?

what’s this coming?

coming over me

i can’t stand myself- i can’t even stand on my own feet