Crow Jane Lyrics - Murder Ballads - Nick Cave

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