Black Crow on the Roof
Black crow on the roof again, black feathers blowin’ in the wind
Here he comes, there he goes again, black crow on the roof
People tell me he brings good luck, I’ll take it, I can’t get enough
Lately mine’s been pretty rough, black crow on the roof
Poor fella he can’t sing a note, just a croak down in his throat
I don’t mind if he makes a lotta racket
’Cause he sure looks good in that jacket
People say he’s pretty smart, he’s up there lookin’ down at my yard
Probably calculatin’ square footage and what the tax might be
Poor fella he can’t sing a lick, got a voice like rocks and sticks
But that don’t seem to matter to his mama
When he’s wearing those black pajamas
Black crow on the roof again, black feathers blowin’ in the wind
Here he comes, there he goes again, black crow on the roof
