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