Crow Jane Songtext
von Skip James

Crow Jane, Crow Jane, Crow Jane
Don′t you hold your head high
Someday, baby, you know
You got to die
You got to lay down an —
You got to die, you got to —

You know, I wanna buy me a pistol
Wants 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—

That's the reason I begged, Crow Jane
Not to hold her head, so high
Someday, baby, you know
You got to die
You got to lay down an —


When I dug her grave
With a silver spade
Ain′t nobody gon' take
My Crow Jane place
You can't take her place
No, you can′t take her —

That′s the reason I begged, Crow Jane
Not to hold her head, too high
Someday, baby, you know
You got to die
You got to lay down an —

You know, I let her down
With a golden chain
An ev'ry link
I would call my, Crow Jane name
Crow Jane, Crow —
Crow Jane, Crow —

You know I never missed my water
′Til my well went dry
Didn't miss Crow Jane
Until the day she died
′Til the day-ay-ay-ay she —


That's the reason 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 —

You know, I dug her grave
Eight feet in the ground
Didn′t feel sorry
Until they let her down

They had to let her down
Had-a —
They had to let her down

That's the reason 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 —