Old Crow On the Rocks demo

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http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_mu ... =431939Old Crow On the RocksThough my father did a lot for his communityHe had his share of knocks and none was opportunityMom knew he worked harder than, any much younger manHe was strong as an oxBut he’d sit in corner booths, and toast the sweet bird of youthWith Old Crow on the rocksThere was a shade tree out back he called his auto shopHe fixed cars for cash when he lost his factory jobAnd the only home he owned, with a foundation of stoneWas a single wide on blocksEvery night despair n doubt, ate him from the inside outWith Old Crow on the rocksNow there’s a stony mound in a grove of cedarsI pray he wasn’t too much sinner for St. PeterI sweep leaves until the snow fliesIt’s funny how seasons pass as the crow fliesAnd death forgets a man’s dignity and attributesCos there lies a grease monkey in a monkey suitAnd there’s a cross in the ground, and a hoot owl singin’ downAbove his cheap pine boxAs I kneel beside my dad, I weep while looking atAn old crow on the rocksYeah, I visit him sometimes, and Mom’s afraid that I’mA chip off the old blockNow and then she finds, a few empty pintsOf Old Crow on the rocks…©2007 Al Carmichael/Robert George