The Observations Of A Crow

<br>Written by Marty Stuart <br><br>Newspaper boy making his rounds<br>Spreading the word all over town<br>Driving his car just as fast as it will go<br>There`s papers in the driveway, papers in the yard<br>Paper broke a window, he didn`t throw it that hard<br>But it shattered like a dream, down in the valley below <br>Hey quarter moon, well how was your night<br>Yeah well, any minute now God`s gonna hit them brights<br>So if you stick around don`t say that you weren`t told<br>Well, take it from me, you better grab your shades<br>And if he looks at you, well try not to look so afraid<br>Just do the best that you can, but don`t think that he won`t know<br><br>Creosote`s dripping from the high line poles<br>Fast as you can count `em, 12 in a row<br>Blessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crow<br><br>Well, that cat down there, yeah, well he`s Louie the Flea<br>He`s married to a waitress by the name of Lora Lee<br>When they scream and they holler, man they put on a show<br>He`s a protected witness from a Detroit job<br>Turned his best friend in, his name is Bob<br>I know who got the time, but who do you think got the dough<br><br>Take a look at that pilgrim, passing by<br>He`s looking for love, I can see it in his eyes<br>He`s running `round in circles, you can take it from me<br>His shadow begs for mercy of every lost and found<br>In city after city, town after town<br>Tortured by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to be<br><br>Creosote`s dripping from the high line poles<br>Fast as you can count `em, 12 in a row<br>Blessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crow<br><br>I`m a genuine scoopologist, the name is Crow<br>Sitting up here, watching the show<br>In this one horse, drive-thru, forsaken, dried up piece of the world<br>Well, it ain`t much but it`s my kingdom, it`s my home<br>Even had a queen till that parakeet came along<br>Fast talking, loud squawking, green feathered scrak took my girl.....<br>Later