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Gypsy lady, crystal sight
In you I would confide
Tell me of the gathering
Where to should I ride?
Which way, which way should I go?
Which way, which way flies the crow?
All along the dusty lanes
I rode as she had said
Passin' through a wilderness
Where green had long since fled
Sinking, sinking evening sun
Watching nightly shadows run
I heard the music, saw the fire
Spring from the ground
Laughing, wine soaked, happy voices
Jim Crow is crowned
Jim Crow, king of all the sorrows
Jim Crow, lord of all tomorrows
Drown him, drink him while you can
Which way, which way did he go?
Which way, which way flies the crow?
The sun broke early, the fires died
Everyone stirred
For in the sky, Jim was flying
Hungry bird
Jim Crow, king of all the sorrows
Jim Crow, lord of all tomorrows
Look there, he's going for the grain
Look there, Jim Crow's back again