Sweet Jane Lyrics

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Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band
Ridin'a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
You know, those were different times
Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane

I'll tell you something, that Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And both of them save their monies
And when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire
Oh, the radio does play
The classical music, said Jim, the `March of the Wooden Soldiers`
All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say, get ready
Sweet Jane, come on, baby
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane

Some people, they like to go out dancing
Other peoples, they have to work
Just watch me now
And there's some evil mothers
Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
You know, that women never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes
And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die
But anyone who ever had a heart
Oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who's ever played a part
Oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane ...

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Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand  
Jack is in his corset, Jane is her vest  
And me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band  
Ridin'a Stutz Bearcat, Jim  
You know, those were different times  
Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse  
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes  
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane  
  
I'll tell you something, that Jack, he is a banker  
And Jane, she is a clerk  
And both of them save their monies  
And when they come home from work  
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire  
Oh, the radio does play  
The classical music, said Jim, the `March of the Wooden Soldiers`  
All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say, get ready  
Sweet Jane, come on, baby  
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane  
  
Some people, they like to go out dancing  
Other peoples, they have to work  
Just watch me now  
And there's some evil mothers  
Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt  
You know, that women never really faint  
And that villains always blink their eyes  
And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush  
And that life is just to die  
But anyone who ever had a heart  
Oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it  
And anyone who's ever played a part  
Oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it  
  
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane ...

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