Old man Crow was the nastiest man when it came to throwing money down
Old man Crow was the happiest man when it came to other men buying rounds
Up above the river in
those fruitful fertile hills he worked the earth at the Penna Clay Co
Baking those bricks for cities needing built up - those roads to homes built for show
Oh, Old Man Crow w/ the muddy oil in his veins and eyes of coal many women tried to mine died rockin' on the front porch of his cabin many said he lived mighty fine
Old Man Crow - feel him in your soul when you're
hiking those back woods where the water falls and life begins
Best of Crow's Run Roses
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