The Ballad Of Moses Jane Lyrics & Chords By Bill Bourne
Moses Jane she's a martyred gal
And she wore her heart like the shield of Al
That banker Crow he stole her child away
And she hung herself on a cold December day
She worked long hours to make her room and board
When the times got hard they throwed her out the door
Her little baby Jeannie on the street at 2
In the northern night in the cold and cruel
And the welfare case he shook his head and cried
If she had no home she couldn't get no ride
Better hand her child to the authorities
She's a useless gal with no priorities
Moses Jane she's a martyred gal
And she wore her heart like the shield of Al
That banker Crow he stole her child away
And she hung herself on a cold December day
She used to smile at me in the rose cafe
She used to shinin eyes she used to laugh and play
She used to dream about love she used to laugh and sing
The banker cut her down she was a useless thing
That banker Crow he rides in a limousine
And the nation pays him on bended knee
He's a tower of gold he's a sacred vice
No matter what the cost no matter what the price
Moses Jane she's a martyred gal
And she wore her heart like the shield of Al
That banker Crow he stole her child away
And she hung herself on a cold December day
