Old Crow

Old crow of tobacco road
Wears a greasy smile all day long
If you got a malady
She’ll sell you the remedy
Her domain transcended time
More suitable digs she’ll never find
Stogies and linseed stain the walls
No one enters no one calls
Old crow not a good excuse
Around her neck she sports a noose
She can steal your memories
Replace them with a slow disease
Old crow of tobacco road
Wears a greasy smile all day long
Who she is nobody knows
Old crow of tobacco road