Lyrics:
Grey are the morning, the people, the sky
A black crow on a bare tree, not willing to fly
A deserted bench waiting for someone
And the water
There's a crow flying
Dark and ragged
Tree to tree
He's black as the highway that's leading me
Now he's diving down
To pick up on something
There's a crow flying
Black and ragged
Tree to tree
He's black as the highway that's leading me
Now he's diving down
To pick up on something
There's a crow flying
Dark and ragged
Tree to tree
He's black as the highway that's leading me
Now he's diving down
To pick up on something
somebody steal your wallet
Now what you gonna do
Sleepin' on a car seat...
Black crows talkin' tree to tree
The day is gettin' warm
There's a turbulence
There's a crow flying
Black and ragged
Tree to tree
He's black as the highway that's leading me
Now he's diving down
To pick up on something
smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
way
On the top of a tree, stands
A black malicious crow
Its only presence is enough
To predict an horror flow
Owen is already convinced
Of the need
Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I
Plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I
the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree
smell of burning flesh
Here is the fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree
Plugged sixteen shells from
A thirty-aught-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky and I spent all my buttons
On an old pack mule and I
every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go
Rockin' robin,
swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go
Rockin'
I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And a black crow snuck through
A hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an
Old pack mule
And I
There's a crow flying, dark and ragged, tree to tree
He's black as the highway that's leading me
Now he's diving down to pick up on something shiny
every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go
Rockin' robin,
There's a crow flying
Black and ragged
Tree to tree
He's black as the highway that's leading me
Now he's diving down
To pick up on something shiny
I
and around
They went around and around
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that
and around
They went around and around
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that
Southern trees bear Strange Fruits
Blood on the leaves, blood at the roots
Black (belly's) body's swinging in the southern reek
Strange fruit
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