.Now all of us knew Old Crow as the patron drinker's curse.
He paced along the barstools, beggin' quarters for his thirst.
Nobody knew where he came from,
And nobody cared to ask.
Then along came Billy Sunday, tellin' stories 'bout the past.
He said Crow had stole some gold a.
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