The Observations of a Crow lyrics

Newspaper boy makin' his rounds

Spreadin' the word all over town

Drivin' 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, how was your night?

Yeah, well, any minute now God's gonna hit them brights

So if you stick around, don't you say that you weren't told

Take it from me, you better grab your shades

He looks at you, well, don't look so afraid

Just do the best that you can,

But don't you think that He won't know

Creosote's drippin' from the high line poles

Fast as you can count 'em, twelve 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 passin' by

He's lookin' for love, I can see it in his eyes

He's runnin' around in circles, well, you can take it from me

His shadow begs for mercy at 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 drippin' from the high line poles

Fast as you can count 'em, twelve in a row

Blessed accommodations for the daily observations of a crow

Well, I'm a genuine scoopologist, the name is Crow

Sittin' up here, watchin' the show

In this one horse drive-through, 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 'til that parakeet came along

Fast talking, loud squawking, green feathered scrak took my girl

Later...

• Artist:Marty Stuart
• Album:The Pilgrim (1999)