I'm a miner searching for some gold
I'm a craftsman; A fool breaking the mold
I'm a wordsmith for stories left untold
I'm a soldier; March into the cold
I'm someone that could help you but you'll never own
I'm someone that was golden but has turned to stone
I'm someone that is sacred but you'll never know
Cause I'm someone that holds secrets like a dead man's crow
I'm a watchman waiting for the war
I'm a pirate ship washed up on the shore
I'm a lion's cub whose yet to make his roar
I'm a peasant boy; A filthy dirty whore
I'm someone that could help you but you'll never own
I'm someone that was golden but has turned to stone
I'm someone that is sacred but you'll never know
Cause I'm someone that holds secrets like a dead man's crow
Poor, poor soul
Poor, poor soul
I'm someone that could help you but you'll never own
I'm someone that was golden but has turned to stone
I'm someone that is sacred but you'll never know
Cause I'm someone that holds secrets like a dead man's crow
Empire of Gold - Dead Man's Crow Lyrics
Empire of Gold - Dead Man's Crow Lyrics
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I'm a miner searching for some gold
I'm a craftsman; A fool breaking the mold
I'm a wordsmith for stories left untold
I'm a soldier; March into the cold
I'm someone that could help you but you'll never own
I'm someone that was golden but has turned to stone
I'm someone that is sacred but you'll never know
Cause I'm someone that holds secrets like a dead man's crow
I'm a watchman waiting for the war
I'm a pirate ship washed up on the shore
I'm a lion's cub whose yet to make his roar
I'm a peasant boy; A filthy dirty whore
I'm someone that could help you but you'll never own
I'm someone that was golden but has turned to stone
I'm someone that is sacred but you'll never know
Cause I'm someone that holds secrets like a dead man's crow
Poor, poor soul
Poor, poor soul
I'm someone that could help you but you'll never own
I'm someone that was golden but has turned to stone
I'm someone that is sacred but you'll never know
Cause I'm someone that holds secrets like a dead man's crow
I'm a craftsman; A fool breaking the mold
I'm a wordsmith for stories left untold
I'm a soldier; March into the cold
I'm someone that could help you but you'll never own
I'm someone that was golden but has turned to stone
I'm someone that is sacred but you'll never know
Cause I'm someone that holds secrets like a dead man's crow
I'm a watchman waiting for the war
I'm a pirate ship washed up on the shore
I'm a lion's cub whose yet to make his roar
I'm a peasant boy; A filthy dirty whore
I'm someone that could help you but you'll never own
I'm someone that was golden but has turned to stone
I'm someone that is sacred but you'll never know
Cause I'm someone that holds secrets like a dead man's crow
Poor, poor soul
Poor, poor soul
I'm someone that could help you but you'll never own
I'm someone that was golden but has turned to stone
I'm someone that is sacred but you'll never know
Cause I'm someone that holds secrets like a dead man's crow
Writer: Michael Dole
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid