Old Lost John
Scarecrow
Sent her a letterCould not forget herAnd it drove me mad"How I want youI don't want toBut I want you bad"Oh little pigeonSweet little pigeonI shouldn't even tryRaising my rifleOver some trifleBringin' down the skyBlow wind blowWon't you let it all goWon't you let it all go awayNow I'm dressing like a scarecrowDressing like a scarecrowJust the keep the birds awayThought she would save meThought she would brave meStill me on a stormy nightIt's getting colderI'm getting olderDrifting like a wayward kite
From Letras Mania