Black Crow Flying

When you go down on a Monday
Tuesday never comes
Nobody likes a hero when they don’t know how to run
And if you drown on a Sunday
The sermon’s never done
Nobody likes a user when he’s eating up the sun
I’ve been away down Dixie
In my old Kentucky home
Nobody likes a loser when he offers you the bone
I wanna stay down slowly
Sexy Dixie women moan
Nobody loves a user when he don’t bring his own
I am a black sheep crying
At the sight of the face of the sun
Nobody likes a user when he offers just the crumbs
I am black crow flying
Dying on the run
Nobody loves a user when they don’t get none