Crow Jane (2011 - Remaster)

Crow Jane; Crow Jane; Crow Jane; Crow Jane; Crow Jane, ah-hah-huh What 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 — bare, Only 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 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 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 smokin' 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