Stare up at me, momma, like ya used to Weather's kind of cold but I don't care Fatten up that ol' Rhode Island rooster It's gettin' to feel like fall at the county fair Well, there's a Jaybird flyin' home to Mobile Sleepin' in your cornfield for a while Seems he just backed into a square meal And he's in for the night So fine, yellow moon reflectin' Through the frost along the window pane Well, I'm a shootin' star in the wrong direction Hey, I love you, momma, but I just can't seem to change And like that Jaybird flyin' home to Mobile Sleepin' in your cornfield for a while Seems I just backed into a square meal And I'm in for the night And if I was one for speculatin' I suspect I might be back around Well, you might find me riding on a breeze a-blowin' Northern bound Hey, like that Jaybird flyin' home to Mobile Sleepin' in your cornfield for a while Seems I just backed into a square meal And I'm in for the night