Mark Knopfler - Yon two crows

^Dm Pennies from heaven, ^Dmmaj7don't make me laugh ^Dm7 Here all you'll get is t^Dm6he pattering rain Or^Bb yon two crows up^F over the hill looki^Cng for winterkill

^Dm Always at your boots, th^Dmmaj7e mud behind the byre ^Dm7 With its clam^Dm6my hold, would ^Bbmock you up a grave He^Fre in the mire of a wr^Cecked sheepfold

^F And all you'll bring to this is m^Bbuscle and grit ^F Persistence, that's ^Bbjust about it ^F What made you think there'd be a ^Bbliving in sheep? ^FEat, w^Bbork, e^Fat, work and s^Bbleep

^Dm Duck under the eaves of th^Dmmaj7e bothy To ^Dm7sit here, caged by r^Dm6ain S^Bbomewhere to go conjure a n^Fext move when I have t^Co think again

^Dm The dog lifts his ^Dmmaj7gaze to plead ^Dm7Believes the wizard has a ^Dm6magic stick L^Bbeans his weight into my tw^Feed I give an unholy h^Cand to lick

I t^Fake a swig of sheep dip fr^Bbom my flask ^F And once again I^Bb ask ^F What made you think there'd be a ^Bbliving in sheep? ^FEat, w^Bbork, e^Fat, work and s^Bbleep

^Dm They were at this game two hundr^Dmmaj7ed years ago ^Dm7 Had thirty ways of dying ^Dm6young poor souls ^Bb Laid to rest in their so^Fggy rows rain on the^Cir holy books

^Dm Blood and whisky ^Dmmaj7on the tongue ^Dm7 And no-one watching over ^Dm6anyone ^Bb No-one left but your stu^Fbborn one and the cro^Cws and rooks

^F Ah, the dying yo^Bbung - ^Fwell I'^Bbm not done ^F You watch me and I^Bb'll watch thee I can sti^Fll work for two men and d^Bbrink for three ^F And I raise my flask to the cl^Bbearing skies ^F To you, sweepers you c^Bbarrion spies ^F To scavenge a^Bbnd survive ^F If you can do it s^Bbo can I