Crow Jane

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

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
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