Lyrics | Crows
10. Crows
They live in the city, the suburbs too
out in the country they fly by you
they fly over tree tops
looking down on the land
with eyesight better than any man
talking ’bout crows, we’re talking ’bout crows
black feathers, black beak, black eyes
what’s that bird? we’re talking ’bout crows
you’re out in the woods
and you start to hear
a lot of crows squawking
so you move to get near
they’re up in the trees making a racket
surrounding an owl
if they can they’ll attack it
It’s winter in Auburn
there’s thousands crows
the light and the heat
draw them in droves
for one hundred of years
they’ve been unwanted guests
they’re smart and vocal and leave a mess
they fly over highways looking down below
for poor little critters dead on the road
the crows watch for cars and then make their move
we call it road kill for them it’s food
over the cut down corn field the whole flock flies
looking to feed on the seed that the farmer passed by
they land in the field, hop around the corn rows
flock squawks back and forth, talking ’bout crows
Written by Bill Brennan and Steve Murphy c 2006