Spread your wings, yea.
Spread your wings for New Orleans;
Kentucky bluebird, fly away.
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha,
She sings tonight in some cafe,
In her search to find wealth and fame.
I hear Martha has gone and changed her name, yea.
It's a year since she was here;
Kentucky bluebird, fly away.
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha,
Tell her I miss her more each day.
As her train pulled out, down the track,
Martha promised she'll soon be coming back.
Wooh tell her how my heart just breaks, in two,
Since she journeyed far.
And even though her dreams of fame fell through,
To me she will always be a star.
It's a year since she was here, woo;
Kentucky bluebird, fly away.
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha,
Tell her I miss her more each day.
As her train pulled out, down the track,
Martha promised she'll soon be coming back, woo, yea!
Wooh, fly away, Kentucky bluebird;
Fly away, Kentucky bluebird;
Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away.
Writer(s): Burt F. Bacharach, Hal David
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