Crow circles the cradle, makes baby's eyes water. So mother makes a scarecrow the kid confuses for his father. Then the twine unravels and crow picks apart the straw so child swears revenge on crow for pickin apart his pa.
Keeps watch on the sky, looking for that bird. Finds him afterhours drinkin wine at the church. Chases crow into a cloud, pregnant with storm, then lightning strikes his blood and keeps him forever warm.
Father was made of straw tied together with twine. Never said a word but mother didn't mind. The kid's got lightning blood and he sleeps inside the sky. Only comes down to earth to let them know he's still alive.
Closed my eyes in Kansas, opened up in Oklahoma. By the time we got to Texas, I finally shook off my coma. Ran out of gas lookin for gas, gave thumbs up to the traffic as the tractor trailers passed.
A twister took me out of Tulsa and dropped me off in Dallas, I found a place to sleep by flippin through an atlas. Got married in San Antonio and divorced in Amarillo. I've never seen my son, but I sense when he is close.
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