Some
come twos and grays and
blues and they shake like a tambourine
Some wake up and spit on the fire and
it's like gasoline
Yes, sir, some drawn on and drool
Do nothin' for heaven's sake
Some of them act like crows
When they find a dyin' snake
Even crows that lock eagles,
they find they die in sleep
Some been seen with a rusty knife a
-walkin' by the railroad tracks
Some been accused of layin' down
and workin' on their backs
Yes, sir, some grown old men drool,
doin' nothin' for goodness sakes
And some of them act like crows
when they find a dying slave
Even crows act like eagles when they find a
dying slave
So
Some wake up and look around and
then they go back to sleep
Some come down and put on flesh
And then start playin' for keys
Yes, sir, some drown only in drool
And do nothin' for nobody's
sake
Some of them act like crows when
they find a dyin' snake
Even crows act like eagles when they find a dyin'
snake
I'm
Thank for
you