| Black crow laughing on a fenced porch
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| Far as I can tell
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| There gotta be something behind me
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| Lord, cause I feel I’m doing well
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| I ain’t been staying up late
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| Making folks wait like I’ve done before
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| For me to get on track
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| Make up for what I lack
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| Black crow, I ain’t a joke no more
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| Cold, cold empty home
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| What’s a man to do when he ain’t got no dough?
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| And his door’s been kicked in
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| By the damn tax man two days ago
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| Well, he gets a case of the fools
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| Wants to break all the rules
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| So he pulls out his gun
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| Corner store’s a good aim
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| To make a little change
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| But it’s a shame to blame some innocent one
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| Lord, I can feel them spirits pulling me down
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| And a hundred and ten in the pen
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| Is a long time when you did no crime
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| They got the wrong man on that chain
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| A hundred and ten in the shade (Where I stand)
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| I’m a different man
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| I guess I’ll say old crow
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| It is funny how it goes
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| I do confess
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| What good is freedom outside these walls
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| If you’re living dead
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| I’m gonna pay my dues
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| Make up no excuse like I did before
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| Make it right with the Lord
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| I told the sheriff so
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| Black crow I ain’t a joke no more |