The crows are waiting for me.
I used to ride the Highways
Now i'm low, as a man can be
But tomorrow i'll be high again
Upon that gallows tree
I'll be swinging like a pendulum
For all the world to see
And the patient crows will wait their turn
Before they feast on me
I sprang from leafy shadows
And i caught them by surprise
The gents, they feared my pistols
The ladies loved my eyes
Behind a mask of velvet black
That's all, that they could see
But they'll look into these eyes no more
The crows are waiting for me
The only flower i truly loved
Rose sweet, from a stinking ditch
I softened her bed, with feathers of gold
That i plucked, from the stinking rich
Till sickness took her by the hand
And drowned her in that sea
I too, will soon be taken
The crows are waiting for me
The one man that i trusted
Whose word i thought was good
Had coins of silver on his mind
And Judas in his blood
Now all the roads from Hounslow Heath
They lead to calvary
And no friend have i, in this world
The crows are waiting for me
So all you rogues and scoundrels
Who think you won't be caught
Take heed, and learn the lesson
When you see my face contort
Earn your wages honestly
Don't steal, those precious stones
Less like me the patient crows
Pick clean your crooked bones.
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