The Observations Of A Crow Lyrics - Marty Stuart

Newspaper boy makin' his rounds 

Spreadin' the word all over town 

Drivin' 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 you say that you weren't told 

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

If He looks at you, ooh, well try not to look so afraid 

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

Creosote's drippin' 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 passin' by 

He's lookin' for love, I can see it in his eyes 

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

His shadow begs for mercy that 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 drippin' 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, I'm a genuine scoopologist, the name is Crow 

Sitting up here, watching the show 

In this one horse drive-through, 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