(Donna Weiss)
Beggar standin' on the corner sing your song sing it for a dime
Give them all the pain you carried down the line
Music 's flying past their ears rising like a bubble
Those who hurt will follow.
The out of tune ravings
Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon and we will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in.
Beggar standin' on the corner dry your eyes your time is nigh
The tears your tastin' are only salty times
Your music's laster through the years
Goin' through your troubles for the hurt to follow.
The out of tune ravings
Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon and we will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in.
The crown of thorns you're wearin' is just the ticket to get you in
The out of tune ravings
Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon and we will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in.
The out of tune ravings
Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon and we will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in...
Beggar standin' on the corner sing your song sing it for a dime
Give them all the pain you carried down the line
Music 's flying past their ears rising like a bubble
Those who hurt will follow.
The out of tune ravings
Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon and we will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in.
Beggar standin' on the corner dry your eyes your time is nigh
The tears your tastin' are only salty times
Your music's laster through the years
Goin' through your troubles for the hurt to follow.
The out of tune ravings
Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon and we will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in.
The crown of thorns you're wearin' is just the ticket to get you in
The out of tune ravings
Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon and we will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in.
The out of tune ravings
Of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow
We're your friends hon and we will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just your ticket to get in...