Crow Jane Crow Jane
  Crow Jane
  Horrors in her head
  That her tongue dare not name
  She lives alone 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 waters they came
  Twenty hard-hats, twenty eyes
  In her clapboard shack
  Only six foot by five
  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
  The house dogs are in your turnips
  And your yard dogs are running all over the street
  Crow Jane Crow Jane
  Crow Jane Ah hah huh
  "O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
  Why you close up shop so late?"
  "Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird
  Measured .32, .44, .38
  I asked that girl which road she was taking
  Said she was walking the road of hate
  But she stopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven
  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 back from the new town
  Population, now, 28
  Crow Jane Crow Jane
  Crow Jane Ah hah huh