Lyrics

I left Three Forks, Indiana on a black Scout born to run
Road signs in Montana said I was headed to the sun
Stopped in at some diner they said they didn’t serve my kind
I left there with a shiner and a little peace of mind

I don’t care who’s disappointed when the victory song is sung
My prayers for peace were pointed at the wrong end of the gun
Nobody holds a seven with the house still left to play
But there’ll be crows in heaven if I got anything to say

I left Boone, North Carolina on an asphalt trail of tears
Met June in Texarkana and it lasted a couple years
I walked out, I don’t know how or when, some guy named Dr. Bill
I think about 'em now and then, I guess I always will

Now I watch the ghost dance in the rain and peddle cheap cigars
My spirit’s sold to lesser men for this little piece of Mars
The sun sets on the badlands and the black hills fade to gray
But there’ll be crows in heaven if I got anything to say

To question why was my mistake, but that’s all in the past
Just spread my ashes on Sylvan lake and forget I ever asked

I crashed the bike in Mississippi - two loose teeth and a broken nose
Saw the light with a pack of hippies somewhere’s up in the Poconos
Oh, Victory in Jesus, Yeah we sang it ’til we cried
And I left them by the streets of gold thumbin’ for a ride

Now it ain’t none of my business Satan swore we was keeping score
Is that a dark eyed child’s forgiveness waiting for the on the other shore
Now it’s only half past seven, the moon’s not moving anyway
And there’ll be crows in heaven if I got anything to say

Yeah there’ll be crows in heaven