Crow Hollow Blues

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