Crow Hollow Blues Lyrics - Stan Ridgway

Workin' in the sun, a-scrapin' down the tar 

If we made a run fer it, we wouldn't get far 

Shovel on a stone, diggin' deeper down 

Every day a good day that you above ground 

Chorus: 

Hear that crow a-laughin' at me 

Rain comin' down on the hangman tree 

Swing that shovel, and push that dirt 

Brady got it in the back, you know it gotta hurt 

One day last week, when the boss man slept 

Stopped shovelin' for a while and we all made a bet 

Who could run an' catch a frog, or grab a dandelion 

Billy got caught, he in the hothouse fryin' 

Chorus: 

Hear that crow a-laughin' at me 

Rain comin' down on the hangman tree 

Some people gone missin', some people have died 

You never know when God'll kick you offa this ride 

Been cuttin' me a notch on the bunkhouse floor 

One for every year, and now I'm countin' fourty-four 

Swing that shovel, and push that dirt 

Brady got it in the back, you know it gotta hurt 

Workin' in the sun, scrapin' down the tar 

If we made a run fer it, we wouldn't get far 

We toil and strain, we kick and scream 

We may be just a drop of rain a-swimmin' in a dream