black Crow king

Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm
I am the black crow king
Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm
I am the black crow king
Keeper of the nodding corn
Bam! bam! bam! bam!
All the hammers are a-talking
All the nails are a-singing
So sweet and low
You can hear it in the valley
Where live the lame and the blind
They climb the hill out of its belly
They leave with mean black boots on
'i just made a simple gesture
They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow
My gesture was a hooker
You know, my shadows made of timber.'
And the storm is a-rolling
And the storm is a-rolling
All down on me
And im still here rolling after everybodys gone
And im still here rolling after everybodys gone
Ahm still here rolling and im left on my own
The blackbirds have all gone!
Everyones rolled on!
I am the black crow king
Keeper of the trodden corn
I am the king
Wont say it again
And the rain, it raineth daily
Lord
And wash away my clothes
I surrender up my arms
To a company of crows
I am the black crow king
I wont say it again
And all the thorns are a-crowning
King ruby on each spine
And the spears are a-sailing
O my o my
And the storm is a-rolling
And the storm is a-rolling
All down on me
And im still here rolling after everybodys gone
And im still here rolling after everybodys gone
Im still here rolling and left on my own
Those blackbirds they have all flown and
I am on my own
I am the black crow king
Keeper of the forgotten corn
The king! the king!
Im the king of nuthin at all
The hammers are a-talking
The nails are a-singing
The thorns are a- crowning him
The spears are a-sailing
The crows are a-mocking
The corn is a-nodding
The storm is a-rolling
The storm is a-rolling
The storm is a-rolling down
The storm is a-rolling down
The storm is a-rolling
Down on me
Rolling down on me
Rolling down on me