Hollis Crow - Dark Shaft Crow (Official Audio)

A widow's silent vigil for a miner lost in the deep. Dark Shaft Crow Hollis Crow Subscribe for new dark outlaw country every week. #OutlawCountry #DarkCountry #CountryMusic #NewCountry #WesternMusic #AmericanaMusic #GothicAmericana #StorySong #SadCountry #ColterWall #JohnnyCash #TylerChilders #SturgillSimpson #CodyJinks #FrontierMusic LYRICS [Verse 1] Sunrise paints the ridgeline, rust and iron grey, Another dawn she rises, same old weary way. Coffee steams beside her, cold rain on the pane, Every train horn from the hollow, brings a flash of pain. Wipes the dust from the window, stares across the field, Hears the creek bed running, secrets it won't yield. [Chorus] The black crow on the tin roof, he don't sing no tune. Just watches that shaft mouth, beneath a pale noon. I've seen too many men swallowed by the mountain's cold maw, And a woman at her window, bound by an unwritten law. [Verse 2] He kissed her in the half-light, lamp oil on his cheek, Said "Be home before darkness," words she can't un-speak. Swung his pickaxe heavy, into seams of black, Left his lunch pail swinging, never looking back. Twelve hours down below ground, breath held in the dark, Just a miner's fading lantern, leaving its faint mark. [Chorus] The black crow on the tin roof, he don't sing no tune. Just watches that shaft mouth, beneath a pale noon. I've seen too many men swallowed by the mountain's cold maw, And a woman at her window, bound by an unwritten law. [Bridge] They say the mountain takes what's due, an honest working man, Sometimes it's just the body, sometimes it's the plan. No chapel bell will ring for him, no black horse will ride slow, Just the whisper in the hollow, where the bitter winds blow. And a candle left unlit, in the dust of the last fall, A silence deeper than the earth, answering every call. [Chorus] The black crow on the tin roof, he don't sing no tune. Just watches that shaft mouth, beneath a pale noon. I've seen too many men swallowed by the mountain's cold maw, And a woman at her window, bound by an unwritten law. [Outro] Yeah, the black crow's still there, friend, don't you worry none, Just waiting for that widow, 'til her own long journey's done. And the shaft keeps its silence, under sky of grey. Some waits last forever, come what may.