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