i plucked out my eye
and put a star in there instead.
now any time i wink
you’ll think the sky is gone for dead.
i took a thousand deep black crows
and put them all together, nose to nose
down each side of the road
and up and down the track.
now when number seventy-seven rolls so pretty
from chicago all the way to kansas city,
the crows fly out the stack
and turn the whole damn night sky black.
seeing as how i learnt you all this news
sing me a high old lonesome blues.
love me like a deep black crow
from atlanta all the way to baltimore.