Text: Bob Dylan. Another Side Of Bob Dylan. Black Crow Blues.

I woke in the mornin', wand'rin', wearied and worn out
I woke in the mornin', wand'rin', wearied and worn out
Wishin' my long lost lover would walk to me an' talk to me
An' tell me what it's all about

I was standin' at the side road listenin' to the billboard knock
Standin' at the side road listenin' to the billboard knock
Well, my wrist was empty but my nerves were kickin'
Tickin' like a clock

If I got anything you need, babe, let me tell you in front
If I got anything you need, babe, let me tell you in front
You can come to me sometime, night time, day time
Any time you want

Sometimes I'm thinkin' I'm too high to fall
Sometimes I'm thinkin' I'm much too high to fall
Other times I'm thinkin' I'm so low I don't know
If I can come up at all

Black crows in the meadow, sleepin' across a broad highway
Black crows in the meadow across a broad highway
Though it's funny, honey, I'm outta touch
Don't feel much like a scarecrow today