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