| Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm
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| I am the black crow king
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| Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm
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| I am the black crow king
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| Keeper of the nodding corn
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| Bam! |
| Bam! |
| Bam! |
| Bam!
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| All the hammers are a-talking
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| All the nails are a-singing
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| So sweet and low
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| You can hear it in the valley
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| Where live the lame and the blind
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| They climb the hill out of its belly
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| They leave with mean black boots on I just made a simple gesture
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| They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow
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| My gesture was a hooker
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| You know, my shadow’s made of timber.
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| And the storm is a-rolling
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| And the storm is a-rolling
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| All down on me And I’m still here rolling after everybody’s gone
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| And I’m still here rolling after everybody’s gone
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| Ah’m still here rolling and I’m left on my own
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| The blackbirds have all gone!
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| Everyone’s rolled on!
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| I am the black crow king
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| Keeper of the trodden corn
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| I am the king
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| Won’t say it again
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| And the rain, it raineth daily
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| Lord
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| And wash away my clothes
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| I surrender up my arms
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| To a company of crows
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| I am the black crow king
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| I won’t say it again
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| And all the thorns are a-crowning
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| King ruby on each spine
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| And the spears are a-sailing
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| O my o my And the storm is a-rolling
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| And the storm is a-rolling
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| All down on me And I’m still here rolling after everybody’s gone
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| And I’m still here rolling after everybody’s gone
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| I’m still here rolling and left on my own
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| Those blackbirds they have all flown and
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| I am on my own
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| I am the black crow king
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| Keeper of the forgotten corn
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| The King! |
| The King!
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| I’m the king of nuthin’at all
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| The hammers are a-talking
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| The nails are a-singing
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| The thorns are a-crowning him
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| The spears are a-sailing
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| The crows are a-mocking
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| The corn is a-nodding
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| The storm is a-rolling
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| The storm is a-rolling
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| The storm is a-rolling down
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| The storm is a-rolling down
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| The storm is a-rolling
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| Down on me Rolling down on me Rolling down on me |