Old Man Crow

Here's the tale of Old Man Crow He's gone insane from his life of pain He raised two boys up on his own And it cut his soul down to the bone each day He taught them right from wrong but still he prayed That his boys would find their way When Old Man Crow was thirty five He went out to the mill and the Memory still brings him chills His leg got ripped off by the saw And he feared his boys would no Longer have a pa around But his boys thought quick and saved their daddy's life And carried him back to town His boys grew up fast and they grew up quick You see one went north and the other went back and forth One got lucky and won some land The other got fast with both his hands and drawin' a gun He soon became a Ranger of the south In the Arizona sun When Old Man Crow turned sixty eight He suffered from a demented mental state So his grandson Red he moved on down From Montana to the quiet town of Agua Fria Red said he'd take care of Old Man Crow Who just had no idea The old man's frown turned upside down When he found out that his grandson moved to town When Crow asked Red about his job Red lied and said: those who kill and rob my bullets kiss Red smiled and said to Old Man Crow: "And don't worry, I never miss"