Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird And she warbles as she flies And she never holler cuckoo 'Til the 4th day of July Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds Well, I've known you of old Well, you've robbed my poor pockets Of the silver and the gold I'm goin' up up on a mountain I' m gonna build me a whiskey still And I'll sell you one bottle For a twenty dollar-bill I'm going up upon a hillside And I'm gonna stand lookin' down So I can see my little baby Whenever she is walking around Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird And she warbles as she flies Well, she brings us glad tidings And she never tells no lies Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds You're the meanest card I know Well, you robbed my poor pockets And you nearly stole my soul Well, I'll eat when I'm hungry And I'll drink when I'm dry And if some woman don't shoot me Then I'll live a long time