the mockingbird & THE CROW

I grew up in a little town named after another Catching bass and cutting grass is how I spent my summers I know it sounds cliché, but it's how I was raised And I got my first guitar from a pawn shop off of Poplar Picked up Sweet Home Alabama, and Smoke On The Water And that's what got me out It's crazy thinking now I'm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs you've heard Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt And how Mississippi's home I've always been a mockingbird but Now I'm a mockingbird with a microphone I found myself a contract down on Sixteenth Avenue Writing songs for anyone about anything I knew And I've come a long long way But one thing hasn't changed I'm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs you've heard Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt And how Mississippi's home I've always been a mockingbird but Now I'm a mockingbird with a microphone, mm A mockingbird with a microphone, ooh, with a microphone With a microphone, with a microphone Do this, do that That shirt, this hat Don't forget to smile Kiss the ring once in a while Don't say, those words Put down your finger Throw in a slow love song or two Well fuck that, and fuck you 'cause The way I sing may not be pretty May not be music to your ears But when these wings roll through your city My last name is all you hear And I refuse to be another Mockingbird with a microphone I'll fly the line I choose to brother Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow, the crow Well do that, do this Unclench your fist You're too loud, you're too proud it won't work Well, tell that to twenty five thousand rednecks With my dumb face on their T-shirt The way I sing may not be pretty May not be music to your ears But when these wings roll through your city My last name is all you hear And I refuse to be another Mockingbird with a microphone I'll fly the line I choose to brother Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow, the crow I'm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs you've heard Like friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt And how Mississippi's home I've always been a mockingbird but Now I'm a mockingbird and I'm the crow