Written by Marty Stuart
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Newspaper boy making his rounds
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Spreading the word all over town
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Driving his car just as fast as it will go
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There's papers in the driveway, papers in the yard
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Paper broke a window, he didn't throw it that hard
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But it shattered like a dream, down in the valley below
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Hey quarter moon, well how was your night
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Yeah well, any minute now God's gonna hit them brights
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So if you stick around don't say that you weren't told
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Well, take it from me, you better grab your shades
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And if he looks at you, well try not to look so afraid
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Just do the best that you can, but don't think that he won't know
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Creosote's dripping from the high line poles
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Fast as you can count 'em, 12 in a row
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Blessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crow
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Well, that cat down there, yeah, well he's Louie the Flea
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He's married to a waitress by the name of Lora Lee
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When they scream and they holler, man they put on a show
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He's a protected witness from a Detroit job
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Turned his best friend in, his name is Bob
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I know who got the time, but who do you think got the dough
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Take a look at that pilgrim, passing by
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He's looking for love, I can see it in his eyes
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He's running 'round in circles, you can take it from me
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His shadow begs for mercy of every lost and found
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In city after city, town after town
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Tortured by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to be
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Creosote's dripping from the high line poles
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Fast as you can count 'em, 12 in a row
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Blessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crow
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I'm a genuine scoopologist, the name is Crow
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Sitting up here, watching the show
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In this one horse, drive-thru, forsaken, dried up piece of the world
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Well, it ain't much but it's my kingdom, it's my home
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Even had a queen till that parakeet came along
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Fast talking, loud squawking, green feathered scrak took my girl.....
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Later
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The Observations Of A Crow
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| Stuart Marty |
