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An old black crow sitting on my tree Squawks "Hello" each morning to me Inquiring if I had a good night Did I rest well? Did I sleep tight? **Well ain't it funny how an old black crow Can care with a depth that you'll never know Ain't it funny how an old black bird Can say so much without saying a word to me** And oooooh isn't it magick, how that old Mister crow seems to notice whenever I'm blue And oooooh isn't it tragick, how I let myself fall for a cold hearted lover like you. Well that old black crow, he cares more than you You know it's true. I never hear from you I know he'd buy me a ring And slip it on my finger, with his shiny black wing **Well ain't it funny how an old black crow Can care with a depth that you'll never know Aint it funny how an old black bird Can say so much without saying a word to me** That old black crow sittin' on my tree Squawks "Hey baby, won't you marry me? Your old man don't know what he had Cause I'm telling you baby, you ain't half bad!" **Well ain't it funny how an old black crow Can care with a depth that you'll never know Aint it funny how an old black bird Can say so much without saying a word to me**
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
Black Crow
An old black crow sitting on my tree Squawks "Hello" each morning to me Inquiring if I had a good night Did I rest well? Did I sleep tight? **Well ain't it funny how an old black crow Can care with a depth that you'll never know Ain't it funny how an old black bird Can say so much without saying a word to me** And oooooh isn't it magick, how that old Mister crow seems to notice whenever I'm blue And oooooh isn't it tragick, how I let myself fall for a cold hearted lover like you. Well that old black crow, he cares more than you You know it's true. I never hear from you I know he'd buy me a ring And slip it on my finger, with his shiny black wing **Well ain't it funny how an old black crow Can care with a depth that you'll never know Aint it funny how an old black bird Can say so much without saying a word to me** That old black crow sittin' on my tree Squawks "Hey baby, won't you marry me? Your old man don't know what he had Cause I'm telling you baby, you ain't half bad!" **Well ain't it funny how an old black crow Can care with a depth that you'll never know Aint it funny how an old black bird Can say so much without saying a word to me**
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
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