Tekstovi: Mountain Goats, The. Crows.

well i went way out North Carolina way

to that old graveyard where my great grandmother lay

and the day was bright and i hadn't slept all night

and they sold the place to some guys who were building graduate student housing

no one raised any objections

they were knocking the headstones down

and the sun was high when i rolled into town

stood by a nameless hole in the ground

the air was sweet and hot

maybe it was the right grave,

maybe not

but the crows crows crows

rose, rose, rose from the grave

Yeah the crows crows crows

rose, rose, rose from the grave