Текст песни Stuart Marty - The Observations Of A Crow
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Written by Marty Stuart Newspaper boy making his roundsSpreading the word all over townDriving his car just as fast as it will goThere`s papers in the driveway, papers in the yardPaper broke a window, he didn`t throw it that hardBut it shattered like a dream, down in the valley below Hey quarter moon, well how was your nightYeah well, any minute now God`s gonna hit them brightsSo if you stick around don`t say that you weren`t toldWell, take it from me, you better grab your shadesAnd if he looks at you, well try not to look so afraidJust do the best that you can, but don`t think that he won`t knowCreosote`s dripping from the high line polesFast as you can count `em, 12 in a rowBlessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crowWell, that cat down there, yeah, well he`s Louie the FleaHe`s married to a waitress by the name of Lora LeeWhen they scream and they holler, man they put on a showHe`s a protected witness from a Detroit jobTurned his best friend in, his name is BobI know who got the time, but who do you think got the doughTake a look at that pilgrim, passing byHe`s looking for love, I can see it in his eyesHe`s running `round in circles, you can take it from meHis shadow begs for mercy of every lost and foundIn city after city, town after townTortured by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to beCreosote`s dripping from the high line polesFast as you can count `em, 12 in a rowBlessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crowI`m a genuine scoopologist, the name is CrowSitting up here, watching the showIn this one horse, drive-thru, forsaken, dried up piece of the worldWell, it ain`t much but it`s my kingdom, it`s my homeEven had a queen till that parakeet came alongFast talking, loud squawking, green feathered scrak took my girl.....Later