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Crow Jane Crow Jane
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Crow Jane
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Horrors in her head
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That her tongue dare not name
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She lives alone by the river
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The rolling rivers of pain
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Crow Jane Crow Jane
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Crow Jane Ah hah huh
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There is one shining eye on a hard-hat
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The company closed down the mine
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Winking on waters they came
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Twenty hard-hats, twenty eyes
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In her clapboard shack
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Only six foot by five
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They killed all her whiskey
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And poured their pistols dry
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Crow Jane Crow Jane
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Crow Jane Ah hah huh
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Seems you've remembered
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How to sleep, how to sleep
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The house dogs are in your turnips
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And your yard dogs are running all over the street
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Crow Jane Crow Jane
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Crow Jane Ah hah huh
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"O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
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Why you close up shop so late?"
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"Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird
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Measured .32, .44, .38
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I asked that girl which road she was taking
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Said she was walking the road of hate
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But she stopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven
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Population: 48"
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Crow Jane Crow Jane
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Crow Jane Ah hah huh
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Your guns are drunk and smoking
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They've followed you right back to your gate
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Laughing all the way back from the new town
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Population, now, 28
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Crow Jane Crow Jane
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Crow Jane Ah hah huh
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Crow Jane
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