Sweet Jane (Live in Los Angeles, 2003)

Standing on the corner

Suitcase in my hand

Jack's in his corset Jane is in her vest

Me honey I'm in a rock 'n' roll band

Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat Jim

You know those were different times

All all the poets they studied rules of verse

And those ladies they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Jack he is a banker

And Jane she is a clerk

And Both of them save their money

When they come home from work

Sittin' down by the fire

Radio does play look classical music there kids

The March Of The Wooden Soldiers

You can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Some people like to go out dancing

And other people like us we gotta work

And there's even some evil mothers

They're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt

And you know that women never really faint

And that villains always blink their eyes

That children are the only ones who blush

And that life is just to die

Anyone who ever had a heart

And wouldn't turn around and break it

Anyone who ever played a part

And wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane oh honey Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane oh Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane Sweet Jane