Pistol Blues

Crow Jane, Crow Jane, what makes you hold your head so high?
 Oughta just remember, you got to live so long and die
 I need not write me no letter, don't send me no word
 Cut your head, woman, 'bout the word I heard
 I heard you had a man on the wheeler, had a man on the plow
 Had a big man, swingin' on the Johnson Bayou
 I'm going to carry that woman to the weeping willow tree
 Oughta hear her cryin', "Honey, don't murder me!"
 I'm going to black her face, going to black that woman's eyes
 Going to kill her when she begins to cry
 She said, "Roll on, Jack, Daddy do roll long"
 "Roll on, Jack, Daddy do roll long"
 Said, "Roll on, Jack, Daddy do roll long
 Like the way you rollin', but you ain't gonna roll so long"
 Ain't but two women, the world can spend my change
 Not but two women, world can spend my change
 Ain't but two women, mama, can spend my change
 That represent Stella and that brown, my Jane
 Lord, Lord, look what my brown said to me
 Lord, Lord, look what she said to me
 Said, Lord, Lord, look what she said to me
 Said, "When I leave this town, gonna carry you back with me"