Mmmmm I am the black crow king
Mmmmm I am the black crow king
The keeper of the nodding corn
A bam bam bam am
All the hammers are a talking
All the nails are asinging
So sweet and low
You can hear it in the valley
Where live the lame and the blind
They climb the hill out of its belly
They leave with mean black boots on
I just made a simple gesture
They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow
My gesture was a hooker
You know my shadow's made of timber
And the storm is a rolling
And the storm is a rolling all down on me
And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
I'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own
The blackbirds have all gone
Everyone's rolled on I am the black crow king
Keeper of the trodden corn
I am the king
Won't say it again
And the rain it raineth daily
Lord and wash away my clothes
I surrender up my arms to a company of crows
I am the black crow king I won't say it again
And all the thorns are a crowning
King ruby on each spine
And the spears are a sailing
Oh my oh my
And the storm is a rolling
And the storm is a rolling all down on me
And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
Those blackbirds they have all flown everybody's gone
I am on my own I am the black crow king
Keeper of the forgotten corn
The King the King
I'm the king of nothing at all
The hammers are a talking
The nails are a singing
The spears are a sailing
The thorns are a crowning him
The crows are a mocking
The corn is a nodding
The storm is a rolling
The storm is a rolling
Yes the storm is a rolling
Yes the storm is a rolling down
The storm is a rolling
The storm is a rolling down on me
Yes rolling down on me
