Cops and junkies hurl their sophistries
And hail cacophony
Try not hard
Let this be our last goodbye
No need to wonder why
Never
Well now Crow Jane don’t make no sense to me
She
well it's finally time
for this makeshift and rhyme
and misery
Well I don't want no woman
she stay out all night
Well now Jesse was a gambler
night and day
he used
fly low ye carion crow
seize my body for the dead
Oh sweet Jesus, I don't know what to do
I got
I was daily growing
Dressed in red from head to
Step out to clutch the evening air
Distraction from your disrepair
And
I went down an empty lane searching for a song
Came
Well my kind's been around forever
And I claim to be
oh lady fair, your stranglin' hair ribbons 'round my tongue.
i
And I’m a go make my bed
Tuck in the other
so now let me tell you about this girl of
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