Jane Doe

Sun slippin' down low, breeze is turnin' cold

Clutch my collar tight to my neck

When I left the car, I didn't think I'd get this far

I'ma free myself from you if I have to freeze to death

Shiver run down my spine, I done crossed a line

Turnin' back I'd only find some awful hell to pay

Light me up a smoke, tell myself a little joke

And keep headed up this road. Lord, what would mama say?

When you see me on the street

You're just glad it ain't you dyin' out in the cold on dead man's curve

You tell yourself little white lies, look me dead in my black eye

And say to me I got what I deserved

Big rigs barrel by, too gun shy to hitch a ride

Got two quarters and a dime, cup of coffee costs a buck

50 cents to place a call, payphone's ripped right out the wall

But preacher man says people can stand all our God-given luck

When you see me on the street

You're just glad it ain't you dyin' out in the cold on dead man's curve

You tell yourself little white lies, look me dead in my black eye

And say to me I got what I deserved

When you see me on the street

You're just glad it ain't you dyin' out in the cold on dead man's curve

You tell yourself little white lies, look me dead in my black eye

And say to me I got what I deserved