| | G | C | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee dee, |
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| | D7 | G | C | | To | wake up in the morning to the | mockingbirds' | trill, |
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| | G | C | G | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee | dee, |
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| | C | G | | there's | peace and good | will, |
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| | D7 | G | | You're | welcome as the flowers on | Mockin' Bird Hill. |
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| G | C | When the | sun in the morning peeps | over the hill, |
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| D7 | G | And | kisses the roses 'round | my windowsill. |
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| C | Then my heart fills with gladness when | I hear the trill, |
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| D7 | G | Of the | birds in the tree tops on | Mockin' Bird Hill. |
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| | G | C | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee dee, |
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| | D7 | G | C | | To | wake up in the morning to the | mockingbirds' | trill, |
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| | G | C | G | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee | dee, |
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| | C | G | | there's | peace and good | will, |
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| | D7 | G | | You're | welcome as the flowers on | Mockin' Bird Hill. |
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| G | C | When it's | late in the evening I | climb up the hill, |
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| D7 | G | And sur | vey all my kingdom while | everything's still. |
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| G | C | Only | me and the sky and an | old whippoorwill, |
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| D7 | G | Singing | songs in the twilight on | Mockin' Bird Hill. |
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| | G | C | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee dee, |
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| | D7 | G | C | | To | wake up in the morning to the | mockingbirds' | trill, |
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| | G | C | G | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee | dee, |
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| | C | G | | there's | peace and good | will, |
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| | D7 | G | | You're | welcome as the flowers on | Mockin' Bird Hill. |
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