Tony Joe White - Ol' Black Crow | Текст песни

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Ol' black crow hear him calling low
See him sitting on a telephone pole
He follows me everywhere I go
Maybe he knows something that...I don't know

There's a storm in the south...and trouble in the east
Maybe I should move out west
Ain't no music in my ears...no taste in my mouth
Keep looking for a place to rest

Ol' black crow hear him calling low
See him sitting on a telephone pole
He follows me everywhere I go
Maybe he knows something that...I don't know

They say it's wrote down...a long time ago
Each one of us must follow the path
The questions are long...but the answers are slow
Sometimes you just have to laugh

Ol' black crow hear him calling low
See him sitting on a telephone pole
He follows me everywhere I go
Maybe he knows something that...I don't know

There's a storm in the south...and trouble in the east
Maybe I should move out west
Ain't no music in my ears...no taste in my mouth
Keep looking for a place to rest

Ol' black crow hear him calling low
See him sitting on a telephone pole
He follows me everywhere I go
Maybe he knows something that...I don't know.

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