Tom: B
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[Verse 1]
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I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
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And the Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky
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So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
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Oh, and I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba
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And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
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Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
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Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
[Verse 2]
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I'm gonna cook them feathers on a tire iron spit
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And I filled me a satchel full of old pig corn
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And I beat me a billy from an old French horn
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Oh, and I kicked that mule to the top of the tree
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Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
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And I blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum
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And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow
[Chorus]
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I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
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Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
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Whittle you into kindlin'
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Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
[Verse 3]
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Well, I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed
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And I tore out the bucket from a red Corvette
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Tore out the bucket from a red Corvette
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Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
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Oh, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
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With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothes line
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Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
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Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
[Chorus]
C#m
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
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Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
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Whittle you into kindlin'
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Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
[Verse 4]
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Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail
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That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule
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Strapped on the back of my old kick mule
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I bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
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Oh, I strum it loud to rattle his cage
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I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
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Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
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Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
[Chorus]
C#m
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
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Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
C#m
Whittle you into kindlin'
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Black Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
