Janis Ian Black Crow Flying
When you go down on a Monday, Tuesday never comes Nobody likes a hero when they don't know how to run And if you drown on a Sunday, the sermon's never done Nobody likes a user when he's eating up the sun
I've been away down Dixie in my old Kentucky home Nobody likes a loser when he offers you the bone I wanna stay down slowly, sexy Dixie women moan Nobody loves a user when he don't bring his own
I am a black sheep crying at the sight of the face of the sun Nobody likes a user when he offers just the crumbs I am black crow flying, dying on the run Nobody loves a user when they don't get none
