Old Crow

Now all of us knew Old Crow as the patron drinker's curse
He paced along the barstools, beggin' quarters for his thirst
Nobody knew where he came from
And nobody cared to ask

Then along came Billy Sunday, tellin' stories 'bout the past
He said Crow had stole some gold and sunk it in the lake
Held down by cement blocks in a broken apple crate
Billy said it came from the murdered father of the bride
Crow had worked their orchard land, until the night he did his crime

Old Crow lied. X2

Night heat chokes the valley
Hiss of anger travels far
A door is slammed, somebody's drunk
The daughter jumps in Billy's car

Speedin' down the driveway
Outside her father bleeds and prays
Old Crow is in the shadows
As Billy Sunday gets away

Old Crow lied. X4

Gave Old Crow a quarter, asked him if he was the man
That Billy Sunday said he was, and Old Crow grabbed my hand
Said: "I loved that Orchard girl and to protect her I have lied."
Now Billy Sunday owns the truth
'Cause Billy Sunday robbed it blind

Old Crow lied. X8