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.

The above is the chorus for the three verses which follow:

1. 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.

(Chorus)

2. 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.

(Chorus)

3. 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.