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Crow Jane

de Skip James

Crow Janie, Crow Janie, Crow Jane, don't you hold your head high,
Someday, Baby, you know you got to die.
You got to lay down, and. . ., you got to die, you got to. . .

And I want to buy me a pistol, "wolf me forty rounds of ball",
Shoot Crow Jane just to see her fall.
She got to fall, she got to. . ., she got to fall, she got to. . .,

REFRÃO

"You know I begged Crow Jane, not to hold her head too high,
Someday, Baby, you know you got to die.
You got to lay down, and. . ., you got to die, you got to. . ."

And I dug her a grave, with a silver spade,
Ain't nobody going to take my Crow Jane's place.
no you can't take her, . . . no you can't take her. . .

REFRÃO

You know I let her down, with a golden chain,
And every link I would call my Crow Jane's name.
Crow Jane, . . .Crow, . . . Crow Jane, . . .Crow

You know I never missin' my water, til my well ran dry,
Didn't miss Crow jane until the day she died.
til the day,she, . . . til the day, she, . . .

REFRÃO

You know I dug her grave, eight feet in the ground,
Didn't feel sorry til they let her down.
they had, . . . to let her down, they had, . . . to let her down,

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