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 knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
