Lyrics by Uncle John CBG, Guitar and Fretless Bass (no drums)I'm sick and I'm broken- and trying to go home. (x2)I'm a thousand miles from home. I don't want to die alone.My daddy told me, “You reap what you sow. (x2)But I didn't listen. Now I'm a sick and homeless hobo.I'm a bad apple. Far from the tree. (x2)I wasn't raised up to turn out this a' way....I was raised up right, but it didn't sink in. (x2)They raised me for Heaven, but I was bound for sin.I shoulda gone home - a long time ago. (x2)A thousand miles as the crow flies, but I'm no crow.I'm sick and I'm broken- and trying to go home. (x2)A thousand miles as the crow flies, but I'm no crow.A thousand miles as the crow flies. I don't want to die alone.Available to download here should you be very keen with free pops and crackles:https://407bug.bandcamp.com/track/crow-flies-again
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Good lyrics and your vocals make it soooo cooooolicious Buggy!! Meeeowww^..^
Oh...i Heard Crow...lol love it my friend.......great lyrics aswell..love the cbg style..of this blues
I loves tomaters.
Btw nice one Buggy :)
There's an old lone wolf down on the next cell block. (x2) Put a guitar in his hands and that Clock will rock.
You're sick,
you're broken,
you've got a...
bug?
That's some mighty prolific prose you're proposing Unc!
Must pick on Silent Jim.
I couldn't sleep last night because of 'Silent Jim.' (x2) He screams all night long since he's been in.
Sorry. More.
The jail keeper is a guy named big Ben Gitty. He runs a tight old jail, but he ain't too pretty.
Another guard is a guy called A.G. P. He should be the one in jail, believe me please.