| D | C | G | |
| Well a gypsy | lady | once told me |
| D | C | G | |
| Son you've | got the kind of | soul that's | got to be free |
| D | C | G | |
| It | ain't what you | want, it's | just what you need |
G (let ring) -------------------------------------->
| And like a black bird baby, you were born with wings |
| Chorus: |
| G | D | C | G | |
| And as a | crow fl | ies, | so do I |
| D | C | G | |
| I can be | gone in the | blink of an eye |
| D | C | G | |
| Next town's | never too | hard to find |
| D C G (let ring) |
| It's never that far as a crow flies |
| G | D | C | G | |
| Well I | set it down in | Tennessee and | got a little juice |
| D | C | G | |
| But I | caught myself a | case of them | Nashville blues |
| D | C | G | |
| I | met a little | girl that | tried to tie me down |
G (let ring) -------------------------------------->
| So I pointed it to Hollywood and put the hammer down |
| Repeat Chorus |
| D | C | |
| I live on the run, I | love on the prowl |
| G | |
| I | never was much on hangin' around |
| D | C | G | |
| I | never look | back, I | never look down |
G (let ring) --------------------------->
| I never thought once about turnin' around |
| Repeat Chorus Twice |