Written by Marty Stuart

Newspaper boy making his rounds
Spreading the word all over town
Driving his car just as fast as it will go
There's papers in the driveway, papers in the yard
Paper broke a window, he didn't throw it that hard
But it shattered like a dream, down in the valley below
Hey quarter moon, well how was your night
Yeah well, any minute now God's gonna hit them brights
So if you stick around don't say that you weren't told
Well, take it from me, you better grab your shades
And if he looks at you, well try not to look so afraid
Just do the best that you can, but don't think that he won't know

Creosote's dripping from the high line poles
Fast as you can count 'em, 12 in a row
Blessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crow

Well, that cat down there, yeah, well he's Louie the Flea
He's married to a waitress by the name of Lora Lee
When they scream and they holler, man they put on a show
He's a protected witness from a Detroit job
Turned his best friend in, his name is Bob
I know who got the time, but who do you think got the dough

Take a look at that pilgrim, passing by
He's looking for love, I can see it in his eyes
He's running 'round in circles, you can take it from me
His shadow begs for mercy of every lost and found
In city after city, town after town
Tortured by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to be

Creosote's dripping from the high line poles
Fast as you can count 'em, 12 in a row
Blessed accommodations, for the daily observations of a crow

I'm a genuine scoopologist, the name is Crow
Sitting up here, watching the show
In this one horse, drive-thru, forsaken, dried up piece of the world
Well, it ain't much but it's my kingdom, it's my home
Even had a queen till that parakeet came along
Fast talking, loud squawking, green feathered scrak took my girl
Later