Black Crow Blues
Writen by: Bob Dylan
I woke in the mornin´, wandering
Weary and worn out
I woke in the mornin´, wandering
Weary and worn out
Wishing my long-lost lover
Would walk to me and talk to me, tell me what it´s all about
I was standin´ at the side road
Listenin´ to the billboard knock
Standin´ at the side road
Listenin´ to the billboard knock
Well, my wrist was empty
But my nerves were kickin´, tickin´ like a clock
Yeah, well, I got anything you need, babe
Let me tell you in front
If I got anything you need, babe
Let me tell you in front
You can come to me sometime
Nighttime, daytime, any time you want
Sometimes I´m thinkin´ I´m
Too high to fall
Sometimes I´m thinkin´ I´m
Much too high to fall
Other times I´m thinkin´ I´m
So low I don´t know if I can come up at all
Black crows in the meadow
Sleepin´ across a broad highway
Black crows in the meadow
Across a broad highway
Though it´s funny, honey
I´m outta touch, don´t feel much like a scarecrow today
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