Crow Jane Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Crow Jane ah hah huh

Were 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
Were twenty hard-hats and twenty eyes
In her clapboard shack bareOnly six foot by five
Ah well they killed a little whiskey here
And poured their pistols dry
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Crow Jane Ah hah huh

Seems you've remembered
How to sleep, how to sleepYour 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
Why you close up shop so late?""We just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird
Measured .32, .44, .38
I asked the girl which road she was taking
She said she's walking the road of hate
But she hopped on a coal-trolley up to New Town
Population 48
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Crow Jane Ah hah huh

Your guns are drunk and smoking
They followed you right back to your gate
Laughing all the way home from the new town
Population now 28
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Ah Crow Jane Ah hah huh