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作词 : Stuart

Written by

Marty Stuart

Newspaper boy making his rounds

Spreading the word all over town

Driving his car just as fast as it will go

There's papers in the driveway, papers in the yard

Paper broke a window, he didn't throw it that hard

But it shattered like a dream, down in the valley below

Hey quarter moon, well how was your night

Yeah well, any minute now

God's gonna hit them brights

So if you stick around don't say that you weren't told

Well, take it from me, you better grab your shades

And if he looks at you, well try not to look so afraid

Just do the best that you can, but don't think that he won't know

Creosote's dripping from the high line poles

Fast as you can count 'em, 12 in a row

Blessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crow

Well, that cat down there, yeah, well he's

Louie the

Flea He's married to a waitress by the name of

Lora Lee When they scream and they holler, man they put on a show

He's a protected witness from a

Detroit job

Turned his best friend in, his name is

Bob I know who got the time, but who do you think got the dough

Take a look at that pilgrim, passing by

He's looking for love,

I can see it in his eyes

He's running 'round in circles, you can take it from me

His shadow begs for mercy of every lost and found

In city after city, town after town

Tortured by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to be

Creosote's dripping from the high line poles

Fast as you can count 'em, 12 in a row

Blessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crow

I'm a genuine scoopologist, the name is

Crow Sitting up here, watching the show

In this one horse, drive-thru, forsaken, dried up piece of the world

Well, it ain't much but it's my kingdom, it's my home

Even had a queen till that parakeet came along

Fast talking, loud squawking, green feathered scrak took my girl.....

Later