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.