Red wing bird splits the sky
Green grows wild on the highway side
Just like they know you,
Folks wave from the wheel
Cars passing
Crowville
Out in the field, outside the wall
Coyotes coming, hear ‘em call
Running on hunger and free will
Gone in the morning
Crowville
Little jambox blares from the ground
Preacher’s voice like a tearing sound
The Lord’s at hand and the devil’s on the kill
Way down there
Crowville
Charles Ray, he’s long gone
Ms. Martha carries on
I hear us laughing with him still—
Hand slaps the table
Crowville
Red wing bird splits the sky
Green grows wild on the highway side
Just like they know you,
Folks wave from the wheel
Cars passing
Crowville

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