"Sweet Jane" lyrics

Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest
Me, I'm in a rock and roll band
Ridin' a Stutz Bear Cat
Those were different times
Poets studied rules of verse and ladies rolled their eyes

(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane

Jacky, he is a banker
Jane, she is a clerk
Both them save their monies
Are reasons when they come home from work
Sittin' by the fire
Radio does play "March of the Wooden Soldiers"
Then you can hear Jack say

(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane

Jacky, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
But both them save their monies
When they come home from work
They be both sittin' near by the fire
The radio does play "March of the Wooden Soldiers"
And you can hear Jack say

(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane)

Some people, some peoples, they like to go out dancing
Hey, hey, there's other people who like to get the work done
Better watch me now
There's even some evil old motherfuckers
They're gonna tell you that life is just made of dirt

That pretty women never really faint
That villains always blink their eyes
That little bit children are the only one to blush
That life, that life is just to die
But I'm gonna tell you something, it wasn't in her heart
Yeah, they wouldn't, they wouldn't turn around and break it
Anyone who's ever played a part
They wouldn't turn around and hate it, let's go

(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane) sweet Jane

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane