| | F# | B | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee dee, |
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| | C#7 | F# | B | | To | wake up in the morning to the | mockingbirds' | trill, |
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| | F# | B | F# | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee | dee, |
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| | B | F# | | there's | peace and good | will, |
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| | C#7 | F# | | You're | welcome as the flowers on | Mockin' Bird Hill. |
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| F# | B | When the | sun in the morning peeps | over the hill, |
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| C#7 | F# | And | kisses the roses 'round | my windowsill. |
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| B | Then my heart fills with gladness when | I hear the trill, |
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| C#7 | F# | Of the | birds in the tree tops on | Mockin' Bird Hill. |
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| | F# | B | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee dee, |
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| | C#7 | F# | B | | To | wake up in the morning to the | mockingbirds' | trill, |
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| | F# | B | F# | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee | dee, |
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| | B | F# | | there's | peace and good | will, |
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| | C#7 | F# | | You're | welcome as the flowers on | Mockin' Bird Hill. |
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| F# | B | When it's | late in the evening I | climb up the hill, |
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| C#7 | F# | And sur | vey all my kingdom while | everything's still. |
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| F# | B | Only | me and the sky and an | old whippoorwill, |
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| C#7 | F# | Singing | songs in the twilight on | Mockin' Bird Hill. |
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| | F# | B | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee dee, |
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| | C#7 | F# | B | | To | wake up in the morning to the | mockingbirds' | trill, |
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| | F# | B | F# | | Tra-la- | la, twiddle-dee | dee | dee, |
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| | B | F# | | there's | peace and good | will, |
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| | C#7 | F# | | You're | welcome as the flowers on | Mockin' Bird Hill. |
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