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