Crippled Crow

(álbum: Breakaway - 1974)

Beggar standing on the corner sing your song sing it for a dime
Give them all the pain you carried down the line
Music's flying past their ears rising like a burble those who herd will follow
The out of tune ravings of the crippled crow moving down the ladder slow
Where your friends on knee will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just the ticket to get you in

Beggar standing on the corner dry your eyes your time is nigh
The tears your tasting are only salty time
Your music's lasted through the years
Going through your troubles for the herd to follow
The out of tune ravings...
The crown of thorns you're wearing is just the ticket to get you in
The out of tune ravings...
The out of tune ravings...