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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Counting Crows
Counting Crows
Performer
Curtis Watson
Curtis Watson
Trumpet
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Vocals
Dan Vickrey
Dan Vickrey
Electric Guitar
Millard Powers
Millard Powers
Bass Guitar
David Immergluck
David Immergluck
Electric Guitar
Charlie Gillingham
Charlie Gillingham
Hammond Organ
David Bryson
David Bryson
Acoustic Guitar
Jim Bogios
Jim Bogios
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Composer
Dan Vickrey
Dan Vickrey
Composer
Millard Powers
Millard Powers
Composer
David Immergluck
David Immergluck
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Deck
Brian Deck
Producer
Shawn Dealey
Shawn Dealey
Recording Engineer
Alberto Hernández Torres
Alberto Hernández Torres
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Butler
Jason Butler
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kabir Hermon
Kabir Hermon
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Mary steers clear of the men from space Back alley kid with an American face She wants the wine, he brings a case To carry them on through I said you know what I know about the bedroom boys Undercover Russians in a pink Rolls Royce They bang the drum, she sets the beat They carry Miss America out into the street She sings, "snowman, scarecrow, john doe, buffalo" I wish you wouldn't go I got the arms to reach you, I am the scarecrow Do do, do do do, do do, do do do Oh, I guess you ought to know I got the hands to teach you I am the scarecrow, do do, do do do Snowman sideshow, do do, do do do I fell out of love in the snowbound days Riding the subway in a Valium haze I need the whites, she gets the blues It carries us on through All these American boys at the Park N Shop Selling their memories for a dollar a pop Ivan the ancient spaceman race fan Corners the market on American taste And says, "spaceman, scarecrow, peep show, freak show" I wish you wouldn't go I got the arms to reach you, I am the scarecrow Do do, do do do, do do, do do do Oh, I guess you ought to know I got the hands to teach you I am the scarecrow, do do, do do do Punk rock video, do do, do do do All the sudden the light inside you dies Maybe you're going on alone Maybe you're going all alone She dreams of sunlight, sings of smaller things White sugar bowls and wedding rings You're going on from me alone You're going on, you're on your own She was married alive in a Moscow surgery Hoping to die in a cold war nursery All of the kids back home believe in much more than we do It's a memory play where the memory fades Into pictures you took, into records we played Spy versus spy, scarecrow and I Out across the darkness where the bomber jets fly Singing, "spaceman, smoke show, scarecrow, Geronimo" I wish you wouldn't go I got the arms to reach you, I am the scarecrow Do do, do do do, do do, do do do Oh, I guess you ought to know I got the hands to teach you I am the scarecrow, do do, do do do Snowman peepshow, do do, do do do I wish you wouldn't go I got the arms to reach you, I am the scarecrow Do do, do do do, oh hell no, do do, do do do Oh, I guess you ought to know I got the hands to teach you I am the scarecrow, do do, do do do Listening on the midnight radio, do do, do do do
Writer(s): David A. Immergluck, Adam Fredric Duritz, Daniel John Vickrey, Millard Powers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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