Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm  I am the black crow king  Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm  I am the black crow king  Keeper of the nodding corn  Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!  All the hammers are a-talking  All the nails are a-singing  So sweet and low.  You can hear it in the valley  Where live the lame and the blind  They climb the hill out of its belly  They leave with mean black boots on.  "I just made a simple gesture  They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow  My gesture was a hooker  You know, my shadow's made of timber."  And the storm is a-rolling  And the storm is a-rolling  All down on me.  And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone  And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone  Ah'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own  The blackbirds have all flown!  Everyone's rolled on!  I am the black crow king  Keeper of the trodden corn  I am the black crow king  Won't say it again  And the rain it raineth daily.  Lord  And wash away my clothes  I surrender up my arms  To a company of crows  I am the black crow king  I won't say it again  And all the thorns are a-crowning  King ruby on each spine  And the spears are a-sailing  O my o my.  And the storm is a-rolling  And the storm is a-rolling  All down on me.  And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone  And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone  I'm still here rolling and left on my own  Those blackbirds they have all flown and  I am on my own.  I am the black crow king  Keeper of the forgotten corn  The King! The King!  I'm the king of nuthin' at all  The hammers are a-talking  The nails are a-singing  The thorns are a-crowning him  The spears are a-sailing  The crows are a-mocking  The corn is a-nodding  The storm is a-rolling  The storm is a-rolling  The storm is a-rolling down  The storm is a-rolling down  The storm is a-rolling  Down on me  Rolling down on me  Rolling down on me.