Teksty piosenek Black Oak Arkansas

Black Oak Arkansas

Sly Fox

Old Raven had a lunch of cheese

And sly fox did smell it in the breeze

The fox looked up and sweetly spoke

O Raven, on your perch of oak

Your coat is black and your beak is yellow

If only now your voice were mellow

Yes if only your voice were mellow

You'd be the fairest. Be the fairest

Be the fairest, in the woods

Ole raven overjoyed by praise

And sure he'd earned it in all ways

Breathed in deep and let a croak

And dropped the luncheon from the oak

Snatchin' of this tasty prize

Sly ole' fox was very wise

To fall for flattery

Good bird

You know it's vanity it's vanity

It's vanity

It must have hurt

Which lessened if you please

Undoubtably as with the cheese

A bit too late the raven swore

The road would never cheat him no more