Black Crow Flying Songtext

When you go down on a Monday,
Tuesday never comes
Nobody likes a hero when they don't know how to run
And if you drown on a Sunday,
the sermon's never done
Nobody likes a user when he's eating up the sun

I've been away down Dixie
in my old Kentucky home
Nobody likes a loser when he offers you the bone
I wanna stay down slowly,
sexy Dixie women moan
Nobody loves a user when he don't bring his own

I am a black sheep crying
at the sight of the face of the sun
Nobody likes a user when he offers just the crumbs
I am black crow flying,
dying on the run
Nobody loves a user when they don't get none
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