Crippled Crow

(Donna Weiss)



Beggar standin' on the corner sing your song sing it for a dime

Give them all the pain you carried down the line

Music 's flying past their ears rising like a bubble

Those who hurt will follow.



The out of tune ravings

Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow

We're your friends hon and we will help you

And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in.



Beggar standin' on the corner dry your eyes your time is nigh

The tears your tastin' are only salty times

Your music's laster through the years

Goin' through your troubles for the hurt to follow.



The out of tune ravings

Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow

We're your friends hon and we will help you

And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in.



The crown of thorns you're wearin' is just the ticket to get you in



The out of tune ravings

Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow

We're your friends hon and we will help you

And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in.



The out of tune ravings

Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow

We're your friends hon and we will help you

And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in...