Crow Jane

Crow Jane, Crow Jane

Crow Jane, Crow Jane

Crow Jane, ah hah huh

Well, horrors in her head

That her tongue dare not name

She lives 'lone by the river

The rolling rivers of pain

Crow Jane, Crow Jane

Crow Jane, ah hah huh

There is one shining eye on a hard-hat

The company closed down the mine

Winking on the waters they came

Well, twenty hard-hats and twenty eyes

And in her clapboard shack, man

Only six foot by five

Oh well, they killed all her whiskey

And poured their pistols dry

Crow Jane, Crow Jane

Crow Jane, ah hah huh

Seems you've remembered

How to sleep, how to sleep

Your house dogs are in the turnips

And your yard dogs are running all over the street

Crow Jane, Crow Jane

Ah, Crow Jane, ah hah huh

"O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson

Oh, why you close up shop so late?"

With just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird

Measured .32, .44, .38

I asked that girl which road she was taking

She said she's walking the road of hate

But she hopped on a coal-trolley up to the New Town

Of population, 48

Crow Jane, Crow Jane

Crow Jane, ah hah huh

Your guns are drunk and smoking

They've followed you right back to your gate

Laughing all the way home from the New Town

Of population, now 28

Crow Jane, Crow Jane

Ah, Crow Jane, ah hah huh

Ah hah huh, ah hah huh

Ah hah huh, ah hah huh, ah hah huh