Black Crow - Brent Cobb

Black crow laughing on a fenced porch

Far as I can tell

There gotta be something behind me

Lord, cause I feel I’m doing well

I ain’t been staying up late

Making folks wait like I’ve done before

For me to get on track

Make up for what I lack

Black crow, I ain’t a joke no more

Cold, cold empty home

What’s a man to do when he ain’t got no dough?

And his door’s been kicked in

By the damn tax man two days ago

Well, he gets a case of the fools

Wants to break all the rules

So he pulls out his gun

Corner store’s a good aim

To make a little change

But it’s a shame to blame some innocent one

Lord, I can feel them spirits pulling me down

And a hundred and ten in the pen

Is a long time when you did no crime

They got the wrong man on that chain

A hundred and ten in the shade (Where I stand)

I’m a different man

I guess I’ll say old crow

It is funny how it goes

I do confess

What good is freedom outside these walls

If you’re living dead

I’m gonna pay my dues

Make up no excuse like I did before

Make it right with the Lord

I told the sheriff so

Black crow I ain’t a joke no more