"Tip Your Hat To The Black Crow" lyrics
Saturday Night in New Orleans dealers doubling down
Revelators in cotton suits, women in low cut gowns
South of the levee dogs bark and howl
In the house of the rising sun they are singing Fred McDowell
So, tip your hat to the black crow
And take it off your heads
And live it up for the rest of your days
The devil won't take you until your dead
Gamblers and loan sharks outside rattling chains
Pawn shops selling secondhand shoes and a blind man's cane
Storm is a coming spinning that weathervane
Woman's on the front porch says "Come in out that rain"
Woman wearing them high heel shoes make little demons drool
And the way she walks you know she got her fools
She got a little pistol in her purse
Lethal as that cross they nailed St. Andrew to
Revelators in cotton suits, women in low cut gowns
South of the levee dogs bark and howl
In the house of the rising sun they are singing Fred McDowell
So, tip your hat to the black crow
And take it off your heads
And live it up for the rest of your days
The devil won't take you until your dead
Gamblers and loan sharks outside rattling chains
Pawn shops selling secondhand shoes and a blind man's cane
Storm is a coming spinning that weathervane
Woman's on the front porch says "Come in out that rain"
Woman wearing them high heel shoes make little demons drool
And the way she walks you know she got her fools
She got a little pistol in her purse
Lethal as that cross they nailed St. Andrew to
