they'll dig up the roads. Take whatever you can, girl, and leave the rest for the crows. Leave the rest for the crows. . Been livin' in Crawford for fifteen years. Nothin' much ever happens 'round here
song is by Big Joe Williams. From down in Crawford, Mississippi. Lord Got he must've sold a million. Now got to meet him one time. About a year before he died, yeah. . I was standing in the
open! Get the scale, bust it open. Hit the head, close the coffin. Them Coke Boys, them made it corporate. Pass the pill, call me Crawford. Ass fat, hips wide. Take you 'round the world 'bout six
open! Get the scale, bust it open. Hit the head, close the coffin. Them Coke Boys, them made it corporate. Pass the pill, call me Crawford. Ass fat, hips wide. Take you 'round the world 'bout six
You're not giving an inch. You're strung like wire. Your open arms they flinch. Joan Crawford style. Treated like a towel. Inside you howl On some dark concrete. Midnight street. You've built
so natural like - not like a real actor at all, but just like any fella you'd meet at school or at a party. Then one time I saw you in a picture with Joan Crawford, and I had to cry a little 'cause