The indians say that the blackbird   Was flying too close to the sun   And the bright burning flames changed his wings and his name   To remind him how far he had come      On the banks of the yellow Rio Grande   There's a little stone shack built by hand   And a young man with more than a lot on his mind   Sits and stares out across the desert sand      Red-winged Blackbird fly   Away from Neuvo Laredo   I'll be there by and by   When I'm on my way back home      In the dry dusty month of September   He arrived with the West Texas wind   In flight from the lies and the life he had lived   He'd return but he did not know when      Red-winged Blackbird fly   Away from Neuvo Laredo   I'll be there by and by   When I'm on my way back home      One morning the Red-winged Blackbird   Left his barbed wire fence before dawn   For the young man his flight had a magical meaning   And the day after that he was gone      Red-winged Blackbird fly   Away from Neuvo Laredo   I'll be there by and by   When I'm on my way back home      Red-winged Blackbird fly   Away from Neuvo Laredo   I'll be there by and by   When I'm on my way back home....