I used to stand here so big and tall.
I got plenty of stories, done seen it all.
Four hundred years, they got a lot to say.
But the building man come to take me away.

Seen others grow, but most of them go.
Watched the fields pop up everything sewn.
Now a green handed fella come to tear me away.
Before I go, listen to what I say.

I have nowhere else to go.
My roots will stay strong down below,
but up here ... goodbye, my crows.
So cut these limbs and down I’ll go.
Fore my time, look out below,
and up here ... goodbye, my crows.

As the whips cracked back, the chains fell still.
Ignorance for innocence broke his will.
The little boy he ran free from fright,
but they dragged him back with a badge of white.

When the tears of all the countrymen fell,
red coat queens tried to save themselves.
A musket blast and a cannon fight.
Slippery Hill ran red that night.

See, I have nowhere else to go.
My roots will stay strong down below,
but up here ... goodbye, my crows.
Cut these limbs and down I’ll go.
Fore my time, look out below,
and up here ... goodbye, my crows.

No, no, no. No, no, no … goodbye, my crows.
Oh, no, no. No, no, no … goodbye, my crows.
Oh, no, no. No, no, no … goodbye, my crows.
So heres a little piece we all ignore today …

The year was 1631.
Along came a mister and his big ole gun.
The ships sailed in so proud and tall.
The little Matapeake gonna ... slay them all.

Out on the cliff of Love and shame,
a boy met a girl with a jet black mane.
Staring off the edge at that big old bay,
they jumped off there where forever they lay.

And I have nowhere else to go.
My roots will stay strong down below,
but up here ... goodbye, my crows.
So cut these limbs and down I’ll go.
Fore my time, look out below,
and as I burn ... goodbye, my crows.