Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road
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I heard your song, crow, for the first time
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Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low
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Made me feel as I was running from a crime
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Made me feel as I was running from a crime
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Some say she died of drowning in the river deep
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Some say she died of a sudden start
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Some say they found her swinging from my old man's tree
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And some folks say she died of a broken heart
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And some folks say she died of a broken heart
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I can't believe they would pay men just to hunt me down
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But silver coins to each one do they give
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And by now there's a gallows standing in the town
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And I wonder how much more I have to live
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And I wonder how much more I have to live
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Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road
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I heard your song, crow, for the last time
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Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low
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Made me feel as I was running from a crime
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Made me feel as I was running from a crime
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Made me feel as I was running...from a crime
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Crow
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Dan Fogelberg |