Jackson Browne - The crow on the cradle

The ^Bmsheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn ^Gnow is the ^Dtime, for a ^Achild to be ^Bmborn he'll ^Bmlaugh at the moon and cry for the ^F#msun and ^Gif it's a ^Dboy, he'll ^Acarry a ^Bmgun sang the ^Emcrow, on the ^Bmcradle

and ^Bmif it should be that this baby's a girl ^Gnever you ^Dmind if her ^Ahair doesn't ^Bmcurl with ^Bmrings on her fingers and bells on her ^F#mtoes and a ^Gbomber a^Dbove her wher^Aever she ^Bmgoes sang the ^Emcrow, on the ^Bmcradle

the ^Bmcrow on the cradle, the black and the white ^Gsomebody's ^Dbaby, is ^Aborn for a ^Bmfight the ^Bmcrow on the cradle, the white and the black ^Gsomebody's ^Dbaby, is ^Anot coming ^Bmback sang the ^Emcrow, on the^Bm cradle

your ^Bmmother and father will sweat and they'll slave to ^Gbuild you a ^Dcoffin and ^Adig you a ^Bmgrave ^Bmhush-a-bye little one, never you weep for ^Gwe've got a ^Dtoy that can ^Aput you to ^Bmsleep sang the ^Emcrow on the ^Bmcradle

^Bmbring me my gun, and I'll shoot that bird dead ^Gthat's what your ^Dmother and ^Afather once ^Bmsaid the ^Bmcrow on the cradle, what can we do Ah, ^Gthis is a ^Dthing that I'll ^Aleave up to ^Bmyou sang the ^Emcrow on the ^Bmcradle ^Gthis is a ^Dthing, that I'll ^Aleave up to ^Bmyou sang the ^Emcrow on the ^Bmcradle