4&20 Blues - Jeffrey Foucault

Four and twenty blackbirds sitting on a fence

Four and twenty years and I been trying to make some sense

But it don’t look too good mama

Don’t look too good for me

I was wading in the water but I only got washed out to sea

Four and twenty blackbirds flying through the sky

Four and twenty years and still I’m barely getting by

But it don’t look too good mama

Don’t look too good for me

I was toiling in the fields

But the whirlwind is all I did see

Four and twenty blackbirds crowing up above

Four and twenty years and I been in and out of love

But it don’t look too good mama

Don’t look too good for me

Well my cup runneth over

But it never seems to satisfy me

It’s four and twenty thunder

Four and twenty rain

I just walking on the rails

I just keep grinning at the train

But it don’t look too good mama

Don’t look too good for me

Oh my cup runneth over

But it never seems to satisfy me

Four and twenty blackbirds crowing on a wire

Four and twenty years that I been caught up in desire

But it don’t look too good mama

Don’t look too good for me

I got one taste of the apple

And I wanted the whole damned tree