There's a hundred bluebirds. Up above the clouds. Putting all the color in the sky. And twice as many tear drops. there to wash it down. Every one's another lullaby.
A long time ago I left my home. For a job in the fruit trees. But I miss those hills with the windy pines. Their song seemed to suit me. . So I sent my wages to my home.
One mornin', one mornin' as work I begun. What did I see ridin' out of the sun. On the road from Lexington. . One rider, one rider beatin' the breeze.
[Chorus: x2]. One monkey don't stop the show. One monkey don't stop the show. One monkey don't stop the show. Whoa, so get on board. . Here comes the freight train.