Now all of us knew Old Crow as the patron drinker's curse.
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He paced along the barstools, beggin' quarters for his thirst.
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Nobody knew where he came from,
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And nobody cared to ask.
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Then along came Billy Sunday, tellin' stories 'bout the past.
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He said Crow had stole some gold and sunk it in the lake,
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Held down by cement blocks in a broken apple crate.
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Billy said it came from the murdered father of the bride.
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Crow had worked their orchard land, until the night he did his crime.
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Old Crow lied. X2
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Night heat chokes the valley,
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Hiss of anger travels far.
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A door is slammed, somebody's drunk,
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The daughter jumps in Billy's car.
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Speedin' down the driveway,
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Outside her father bleeds and prays.
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Old Crow is in the shadows,
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As Billy Sunday gets away.
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Old Crow lied. X4
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Gave Old Crow a quarter, asked him if he was the man.
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That Billy Sunday said he was, and Old Crow grabbed my hand.
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Said: "I loved that Orchard girl and to protect her I have lied."
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Now Billy Sunday owns the truth.
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'Cause Billy Sunday robbed it blind.
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Old Crow lied. X8
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Old Crow
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