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