Woke up this morning to the call of the crow
Knew it would bid no good
Heard the sparrow like a baby cryin' in the willow wood
The sun came up I made love to my wife
Then I strapped on my gun
I had a feeling about the day ahead, it was an ominous one
Down at the station my desk was a mess
My secretary's getting so old
I shuffled papers and I answered the phone and drank my coffee cold