Elvis Nash, Michael Zaneski.

Folks say I look like the Devil
You won't see me up there in heaven
I'm not much different then the lonesome dove
We both dance on corners in mob mentality crowds
But they like the coo and not the caw
That mocking bird also has its flaws
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I sit up here in this Crepe Myrtle tree
Down there they wonder about me
I'm dressed like Johnny Cash
With the curse of a black cat
Same role, mysterious acting parts
From Hitchcock to Tarantino movies
I'm just a sad ole crow
Hanging around
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I have to somehow accept myself
Southern roots and coal- feathers
On the wind with friends ,you'll curse our name
If we're a murder, then we've been framed
I'll keep flying from north to south
When I'm kicked out of ghostly towns
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I was in the Garden of Eden
Navajos call me evil
I stand in shadows of just enough
Magic in the moonlight
Children point fingers from their windows
Ch
I sit up here in this Crepe Myrtle tree
Down there they wonder about me
I'm dressed like Johnny cash
With the curse of a black cat
Same role, mysterious acting parts
From Hitchcock to Tarantino movies
I'm just a sad ole crow
Are ya'll scared of me ?
This misunderstood soul
Hanging around

Last edited by bennash; 10/07/23 09:07 AM.

We’re all built from the same dust and dreams,
Different roads, but the same means.