Intro
Verse 1
Down In Clarksdale, Where The Cold Wind Moans,
Down In Clarksdale, Where The Cold Wind Moans,
Lived Old Donald Henderson, Makin' Sure Nobody Died Alone.
He'd Bury The Rich In A Long Black Cadillac Line,
Then Turn Right Around, Help The Poor Folks Every Time.
If You Didn't Have A Dollar, He'd Still Lay You Down,
With The Same Sweet Mercy As The Richest Man In Town.
Chorus
They Called Him Cheap Crow, Lord, They Called Him Cheap Crow,
They Called Him Cheap Crow, But They Loved That Soul, I Know.
He'd Take From The Pockets That Could Spare A Little More,
So Every Child Of Clarksdale Got A Decent Ride Home.
Verse 2
He Never Bragged About The Good He'd Done,
He Just Kept Diggin' Till The Settin' Sun.
One Hand Held A Shovel, One Hand Held A Prayer,
Left A Little Bit Of Kindness In The Delta Air.
Bridge
Then The Day Came Donald Laid His Burden Down,
Every Church Bell Echoed Through That Little Town.
Nobody Asked Who Was Gonna Pay,
'Cause Clarksdale Knew There Had To Be A Way.
Solo
Final Verse
Ground Zero Filled With Guitars, All Through The Night,
Ground Zero Filled With Guitars, Everything Felt Right.
Every Dollar From The Music Bought His Final Ride,
Now Cheap Crow's Resting Easy On The Other Side.
Outro
If You're Ever Down In Clarksdale, Hear That Old Guitar Cry,
Some Folks Leave Money... Some Folks Leave A Reason Why.
Donald Henderson, Lord, His Work Ain't Gone Somehow,
'Cause Every Time Love Pays The Bill... They're Singing Cheap Crow Now
