| Well a gypsy lady once told me
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| Son you got the kinda soul that’s got to be free
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| It ain’t what you want, just what you need
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| And like a black bird baby, you were born with wings
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| And as the crow flies, so do I
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| I can be gone in the blink of an eye
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| Next town’s never too hard to find
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| It’s never that far as the crow flies
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| Well I set it down in Tennesee and got a little juiced
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| But I caught myself a case of them Nashville blues
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| I met a little girl that tried to tie me down
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| So I pointed it to Hollywood and put the hammer down
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| And as the crow flies, so do I
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| I can be gone in the blink of an eye
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| Next town’s never too hard to find
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| It’s never that far as the crow flies
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| Well I live on the run, I love on the prowl
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| I never was much on hangin' around
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| I never look back, I never look down
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| I never thought once about turnin' around
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| And as the crow flies, so do I
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| I can be gone in the blink of an eye
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| Next town’s never too hard to find
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| It’s never that far as the crow flies
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| And as the crow flies, so do I
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| I can be gone in the blink of an eye
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| Next town’s never too hard to find
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| It’s never that far as the crow flies
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| Cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-crowww flies |