| Ol' black crow hear him calling low
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| See him sitting on a telephone pole
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| He follows me everywhere I go
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| Maybe he knows something that… I don’t know
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| There’s a storm in the south… and trouble in the east
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| Maybe I should move out west
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| Ain’t no music in my ears… no taste in my mouth
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| Keep looking for a place to rest
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| Ol' black crow hear him calling low
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| See him sitting on a telephone pole
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| He follows me everywhere I go
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| Maybe he knows something that… I don’t know
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| They say it’s wrote down… a long time ago
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| Each one of us must follow the path
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| The questions are long… but the answers are slow
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| Sometimes you just have to laugh
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| Ol' black crow hear him calling low
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| See him sitting on a telephone pole
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| He follows me everywhere I go
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| Maybe he knows something that… I don’t know
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| There’s a storm in the south… and trouble in the east
|
| Maybe I should move out west
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| Ain’t no music in my ears… no taste in my mouth
|
| Keep looking for a place to rest
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| Ol' black crow hear him calling low
|
| See him sitting on a telephone pole
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| He follows me everywhere I go
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| Maybe he knows something that… I don’t know |