Marty Stuart - The Observations Of A Crow lyrics

Newspaper boy making his rounds Spreading the word all over town Driving his car just as fast as it will go There's papers in the driveway, papers in the yard Paper broke a window, he didn't throw it that hard But it shattered like a dream, down in the valley below Hey quarter moon, well how was your night Yeah well, any minute now God's gonna hit them brights So if you stick around don't say that you weren't told Well, take it from me, you better grab your shades And if he looks at you, well try not to look so afraid Just do the best that you can, but don't think that he won't know Creosote's dripping from the high line poles Fast as you can count 'em, 12 in a row Blessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crow Well, that cat down there, yeah, well he's Louie the Flea He's married to a waitress by the name of Lora Lee When they scream and they holler, man they put on a show He's a protected witness from a Detroit job Turned his best friend in, his name is Bob I know who got the time, but who do you think got the dough Take a look at that pilgrim, pa**ing by He's looking for love, I can see it in his eyes He's running 'round in circles, you can take it from me His shadow begs for mercy of every lost and found In city after city, town after town Tortured by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to be Creosote's dripping from the high line poles Fast as you can count 'em, 12 in a row Blessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crow I'm a genuine scoopologist, the name is Crow Sitting up here, watching the show In this one horse, drive-thru, forsaken, dried up piece of the world Well, it ain't much but it's my kingdom, it's my home Even had a queen till that parakeet came along Fast talking, loud squawking, green feathered scrak took my girl..... Later