Walkin' To Missouri
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Performer(s): Sammy Kaye;
and various other artists



Poor little robin
Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
He can't afford to fly
Got a penny for a poor little robin
Walkin' walkin' walkin' to Missouri
Got a teardrop in his eye

I hope my story don't make you cry
But this birdie flew too high
He flew from his old Missouri home
He fell right into the city ways, like dancin' in cabarets
From party to party he would roam

Poor little robin
Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
He can't afford to fly.
Got a penny for a poor little robin
Walkin' walkin' walkin' to Missouri
Got a teardrop in his eye

He met a birdie who looked so nice
A real bird of paradise
Good lookin' but fickle in the heart
She gave him kisses and gave him sighs
But oh, how she told him lies
'Cause she loved another from the start

Poor little robin
Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
He can't afford to fly.
Got a penny for a poor little robin
Walkin' walkin' walkin' to Missouri
Got a teardrop in his eye

His dreams are battered, his feathers bent
Now he hasn't got a cent
He feels like his heart is gonna break
So if he ever walks up to you
Please throw him a crumb or two
'Cause you could have made the same mistake

Poor little robin
Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
He can't afford to fly
Got a penny for a poor little robin
Walkin' walkin' walkin' to Missouri
Got a teardrop in his eye
Got a teardrop in his eye