Sweet Jane - Live at the Bottom Line, New York, NY - May 1978

Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
 Jack is in his corset, Jane is in 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
 Jack, he is a banker
 And Jane, she is a clerk
 And both of them save their monies
 When they come home from work
 Ooh, they be 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 ...