© [2026] [Chase Stringfield/ C-String] All Rights Reserved. Lyrics & Beat by Chase Stringfield - Three Black Birds- Old man on his last breath, callin' his trusty friend Don't let the boy go through that locked-up room- Found the painted face behind the door Fell hard for a woman he ain't never met before Sailed her off on a boat "full of gold" Three black birds up on "the mast at night" Talkin' low about a curse that "ain't come to light" (that ain't come to light) First bird said don't climb up on that horse Second one said watch that wine, "that weddin' shirt too" Speak it once, your legs go hard as stone Trusty man "loved that boy like his own" Sailed her off on a boat "full of gold" Three black birds up on "the mast at night" Talkin' low about a curse that "ain't come to light" (that ain't come to light) Last bird said the bride won't "see the light" Unless some blood is drawn before the mornin' site Young king found the blade, called it murder Man just told him what them black birds said (what them black birds said) Told the whole story standin' at the block And with the final word, he turned to solid rock Years went by, two children come along Their blood's the cure — but the price was awful wrong Stone man breathed again, stood up off the ground Hid behind a door just to see "what she'd stand for " yea She said bring that "trusty man home" And that's when they stepped out, "flesh instead of stone" ...flesh instead of stone... ...some debts get paid all along..
