"Hummingbird" lyrics
(feat. Peter Rowan)
Now a hummingbird is a little critter
Wings flutter so fast they's always blurred
They're beautiful dazzling feisty things
And there's a guitar called the hummingbird
It's a square shouldered dreadnaught made by Gibson
Mahogany back and sides, top is spruce
There's a hummingbird drinking from a trumpet flower
On a pick guard the color of rose mateus
Make a joyful noise unto the lord
That's from the book of Psalms in the Holy Word
Lord, I'm joyful when I'm playing old time gospel
In the key of G on my hummingbird
When the roll is called up yonder
Well, now I hope my name is heard
When I pass through the pearly gates
Maybe saint Peter'll let me bring in my hummingbird
Wings flutter so fast they's always blurred
They're beautiful dazzling feisty things
And there's a guitar called the hummingbird
It's a square shouldered dreadnaught made by Gibson
Mahogany back and sides, top is spruce
There's a hummingbird drinking from a trumpet flower
On a pick guard the color of rose mateus
Make a joyful noise unto the lord
That's from the book of Psalms in the Holy Word
Lord, I'm joyful when I'm playing old time gospel
In the key of G on my hummingbird
When the roll is called up yonder
Well, now I hope my name is heard
When I pass through the pearly gates
Maybe saint Peter'll let me bring in my hummingbird
