A Crow Of a Murder

I was going over,
The crest of Mt. Tober,
Couldnt think of anything,
But tryin to stay sober,

Now there ant nada do badada,
Waitin for my mind to blow,
Couldnt help but tame the crow,
Drinkin whiskey from a jar,

I passed that old place,
Thought i saw your pretty face,
Drank under that old oak tree,
Till the whiskey took me,

Took a walk down to that field,
Where those cards were once dealed,
Drinkin more and more until i had to rest,
and there I stumbeld on to a crows nest,

Now there ant nada do badada,
Waitin for my mind to blow,
Couldnt help but tame the crow,
Drinkin whiskey from a jar,

Sittin on the fence poast,
whaite as a goast,
Watchin the crows by the murder,
Couldnt help but feel like a herder,

Thryin to get them to go away,
By god it took me all day,
I went back to my lair,
Jeasus they were all there,

Now there ant nada do badada,
Waitin for my mind to blow,
Couldnt help but tame the crow,
Drinkin whiskey from a jar,


hmm... dont know if im done...