Ol' Black Crow - Tony Joe White

Ol' black crow hear him calling low

See him sitting on a telephone pole

He follows me everywhere I go

Maybe he knows something that… I don’t know

There’s a storm in the south… and trouble in the east

Maybe I should move out west

Ain’t no music in my ears… no taste in my mouth

Keep looking for a place to rest

Ol' black crow hear him calling low

See him sitting on a telephone pole

He follows me everywhere I go

Maybe he knows something that… I don’t know

They say it’s wrote down… a long time ago

Each one of us must follow the path

The questions are long… but the answers are slow

Sometimes you just have to laugh

Ol' black crow hear him calling low

See him sitting on a telephone pole

He follows me everywhere I go

Maybe he knows something that… I don’t know

There’s a storm in the south… and trouble in the east

Maybe I should move out west

Ain’t no music in my ears… no taste in my mouth

Keep looking for a place to rest

Ol' black crow hear him calling low

See him sitting on a telephone pole

He follows me everywhere I go

Maybe he knows something that… I don’t know