Blues Elvis Nash
Slow Blues , work tape

THE CROW

(Verse I)
He digs with his wings rips open scars
Like a dark ghost in a graveyard
His needle claws ensnare me in a trap
And release the hidden demons of my past
When I sleep fear hurts my eyes
And I pray for a quick sunrise

(Chorus)
The crow flies over his nightly playground
Like an ebony arrow making a hissing sound
He's ruthless in every nightmare
Coal eyes with a cold blank stare
He haunts my heart and soul,
Like a Edgar Allan Poe novel
That nocturnal cursed the crow

(Verse II)
Caw! Caw! Hear his blood shrieking cry
See his silhouette in the moonlit sky
He casts a spell of sheer misery
I can’t hide from his trickery
He’s got black magic evil voodoo
Stronger than any witches brew

(Repeat Chorus)

(Instrumental Bridge) solo )

God Bless the morning
He’s gone
In his place a white dove
And a lovely dawn