Crow Hollow Blues Lyrics

Workin' in the sun, a-scrapin' down the tar
If we made a run fer it, we wouldn't get far
Shovel on a stone, diggin' deeper down
Every day a good day that you above ground
Chorus:
Hear that crow a-laughin' at me
Rain comin' down on the hangman tree
Swing that shovel, and push that dirt
Brady got it in the back, you know it gotta hurt
One day last week, when the boss man slept
Stopped shovelin' for a while and we all made a bet
Who could run an' catch a frog, or grab a dandelion
Billy got caught, he in the hothouse fryin'
Chorus:
Hear that crow a-laughin' at me
Rain comin' down on the hangman tree
Some people gone missin', some people have died
You never know when God'll kick you offa this ride
Been cuttin' me a notch on the bunkhouse floor
One for every year, and now I'm countin' fourty-four
Swing that shovel, and push that dirt
Brady got it in the back, you know it gotta hurt
Workin' in the sun, scrapin' down the tar
If we made a run fer it, we wouldn't get far
We toil and strain, we kick and scream
We may be just a drop of rain a-swimmin' in a dream

Stan Ridgway - Snakebite:Blacktop Ballads and Fugitive Songs

Apr 2004

1. Into The Sun
2. Wake Up Sally (the cops are here)
3. Afghan/Forklift
4. King For A Day
5. Your Rockin' Chair
6. Monsters Of The Id
7. Running With The Carnival
8. Crow Hollow Blues
9. Our Manhattan Moment
10. That Big 5-0
11. God Sleeps In A Caboose
12. Throw It Away
13. My Own Universe
14. Classic Hollywood Ending
15. Talkin' Wall OF Voodoo Blues Pt.1
16. My Rose Marie (a soldier's tale)