Crow Hollow Blues

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