Old Crow - Tilt

Old crow of tobacco road

Wears a greasy smile all day long

If you got a malady

She’ll sell you the remedy

Her domain transcended time

More suitable digs she’ll never find

Stogies and linseed stain the walls

No one enters no one calls

Old crow not a good excuse

Around her neck she sports a noose

She can steal your memories

Replace them with a slow disease

Old crow of tobacco road

Wears a greasy smile all day long

Who she is nobody knows

Old crow of tobacco road