Letra
Ver letra con acordes
Black Crow – Elliott Murphy
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Chords: A: X02220
B: x24442
C#7: X4342X
E: 022100
E7: X7675X
F#m: X44222
F#7: X9897X
Intro: C#7 – E7 – F#7 – E7 – C#7 x4 (listen to the song for the rhythm)
Black Crow outside my window - I feel a new age coming
She’s walking on red roofs - With a beak like yellow paint
Is this some kind of omen? - Or am I superstitious?
But that’s not the question – And the answer is too late
Black crow outside my window – She takes a bite and flies on
I could wait for her to return - Or I could go to lunch
Yeah I could go for Chinese - Something sweet and spicy
I could go for you - anytime at all
Black crow outside my window - Is it the same as yesterday
Or do they have my number? - Knowing I’ll be there
– – – – x4
Fly Away…
Sitting at my keyboard - Staring at antennas
The last time the phone rang – Must have been a hundred years
If history is over - And all the poetry dried up
You’d still be my Cleopatra - I’m your Marc Anthony man
When I was seventeen - Now that’s an age that lingers
Always driving and thinking - Much too much of that
Black Crow outside my window - You know I wish it was snowing
So her three pronged walking footprints – Would still be here after she’s gone
– – – – x4
Fly Away...
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Chords: A: X02220
B: x24442
C#7: X4342X
E: 022100
E7: X7675X
F#m: X44222
F#7: X9897X
Intro: C#7 – E7 – F#7 – E7 – C#7 x4 (listen to the song for the rhythm)
Black Crow outside my window - I feel a new age coming
She’s walking on red roofs - With a beak like yellow paint
Is this some kind of omen? - Or am I superstitious?
But that’s not the question – And the answer is too late
Black crow outside my window – She takes a bite and flies on
I could wait for her to return - Or I could go to lunch
Yeah I could go for Chinese - Something sweet and spicy
I could go for you - anytime at all
Black crow outside my window - Is it the same as yesterday
Or do they have my number? - Knowing I’ll be there
– – – – x4
Fly Away…
Sitting at my keyboard - Staring at antennas
The last time the phone rang – Must have been a hundred years
If history is over - And all the poetry dried up
You’d still be my Cleopatra - I’m your Marc Anthony man
When I was seventeen - Now that’s an age that lingers
Always driving and thinking - Much too much of that
Black Crow outside my window - You know I wish it was snowing
So her three pronged walking footprints – Would still be here after she’s gone
– – – – x4
Fly Away...