Black crow on the wire  AI Song

Black crow on the wire: Verse 1 Now they’re marching in slow, like it’s some grand affair, Polished shoes tap-tappin’, like I’m still unaware. There’s ol’ Louis on trumpet, tears in his eye, But don’t get sentimental—I came here to fly. The preacher drones on; he sure loves to preach, I spent half my life just outta his reach. So toast me with laughter, don’t give me regret, This black crow’s flyin’ with dues yet unmet. Chorus I’m the black crow on the wire, free in the breeze, Watching life dance below with such casual ease. Not bound by the dust or the preacher’s cold stare— I’m the laughter, the mischief, the smoke in the air. --- Verse 2 Now there’s Auntie Mae, in her feathered black hat, With her pearls and her sobs—she’s real good at all that. Uncle Joe’s smug in his fine Sunday tie, Didn’t think he’d care if I live or I die. Let ‘em cry, let ‘em dance, pour the gin till it’s gone, I’m watchin’ from up here, with my smirk hangin’ on. The band keeps on rollin', they’re pullin’ out stops, There ain’t a dry eye, but the beat never drops. Chorus I’m the black crow on the wire, free in the breeze, Watching life dance below with such casual ease. Not bound by the dust or the preacher’s cold stare— I’m the laughter, the mischief, the smoke in the air. --- Bridge Swing that sax high, let the trumpets all cry, Play it wild, play it loud, lift me up to the sky. Give me rhythm, give me jazz, with a grin and a groove, And a beat so hot, it’ll melt heaven’s pews. I’m the ghost in the laugh, I’m the toast in your drink, I’m the beat you don’t catch till you stop and think. --- Verse 3 So roll that black hearse, let the trombone slide, Life’s a long parade, now I’m back in the ride. Keep your flowers and tears, they’re no use to me now, I’m just a crow on the wire, singin’ proud and loud. The crowd’s swayin’ slow, like silk in the breeze, And I’m up in the air, with the smoke and the leaves. Final Chorus I’m the black crow on the wire, cacklin’ free in the breeze, I’m the jazz in the air, I’m the sway in the trees. Not bound by the dust, or the preacher’s cold stare— I’m the spirit, the freedom, the song in the air.