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Crows at the Crossroad (Dark Country Music) - Dark Country Boy
The devil leans on a weathered fence post
Darkness rides where the wind blows most
The ground is cracked, the air tastes dry
The crows don't ask, they just fly
When the sun goes down, they take my place
Feathers fall on a nameless face
The road runs long, the night feels cold
The crows at the crossroads never grow old
Footsteps fade where the gravel's thin
A tale begins where the dark sits in
Black wings cut through the sinking sky
They see it all, they never lie
When the sun goes down, they take my place
Feathers fall on a nameless face
The road runs long, the night feels cold
The crows at the crossroads never grow old
A crossroad speaks in broken lines
It trades your soul for borrowed time
They circle once, they circle twice
Their eyes reflect your sacrifice
When the sun goes down, they take my place
Feathers fall on a nameless face
The road runs long, the night feels cold
The crows at the crossroads never grow old