Calexico. Fresh Swamp. Zeneszám

Strange feeling you get
When you cross the switchbacks and bring it on home
Just the farther and farther you drift
Like that old crow, that's beaten and worn
It's been a long day, been a long way
Fly your little wing
Old crow, old crow, battered and worn all your
Feathers
Now you're tattered and torn

All that silver sparkles in your teeth

While it rains in your heart
Swallowed it under, swallowed it down
Gonna take a little sip, gonna meet them boys downtown
Old crow, feeling kinda worn and worn out
Old crow, gonna take a sip, and pass it around, pass