Gypsy lady,
crystal sight in you, I would confide
Tell me of the gathering,
where to should I ride?
Which way, which way should I go?
Which way,
which way flies the crow?
All along the dusty lanes
I rode as she had said
Passing through a wilderness
where green had long since fled
Sinking, sinking evening sun
Watching nightly
shadows run
I heard the music, saw the fire
Spring from the ground
Laughing wine soaked, happy voices,
Jim Crow it's crowned
Jim Crow, king of all the sorrows
Jim Crow, lord of all tomorrows
Drown him, drink him while you
can
Which way, which way did he go
Which way,
which way flies the crow
The sun broke early,
the fires died,
everyone stirred
War in the sky,
Jim was flying un der gird
Jim Crow, king of all the sorrows
Jim Crow, lord of all tomorrows
An d up there,
he's go ing for the grain
And up there, Jim curls back again
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