The Ballad of Calamity Jane
He was a glam cowhand in a rhinestone vest
Calamity Jane that's the name he wore best
A hillbilly homo looking for a home
In canyons of desire he wandered alone
With no place to rest, no place to pray
Nobody to hold at the end of the day
You lose track of the time since you last knew a friend
Awaiting a grace only heaven can send
They said dude you look like a lady, and Jane said Don't we all? Sometimes
Now pour me some whiskey and I will tell you about the fall
Of angels flying higher than allowed
Far beyond the rainbow miles above the fearful crowd
With no place to rest, no place to pray
Nobody to hold at the end of the day
You lose track of the time since you last knew a friend
Awaiting a grace only heaven can send
Now Jane, he could ride and he was good with a rope
He weathered weeks on the trail without soap
He saw Wichita Kansas and new Abilene
He crossed every river in between
And the last we heard he was headed for the borderland
At the edge of the world where lives are written in sand
He made for the Llano Estacado a tune upon his tongue
His saddle studded with silver, his stallion lit by the sun
An angel of the range, a son of sturdy folk
Gazing at the last lone star as the morning broke
With no place to rest, no place to pray
Nobody to hold at the end of the day
You lose track of the time since you last knew a friend
Awaiting a grace only heaven can send
Calamity Jane that's the name he wore best
A hillbilly homo looking for a home
In canyons of desire he wandered alone
With no place to rest, no place to pray
Nobody to hold at the end of the day
You lose track of the time since you last knew a friend
Awaiting a grace only heaven can send
They said dude you look like a lady, and Jane said Don't we all? Sometimes
Now pour me some whiskey and I will tell you about the fall
Of angels flying higher than allowed
Far beyond the rainbow miles above the fearful crowd
With no place to rest, no place to pray
Nobody to hold at the end of the day
You lose track of the time since you last knew a friend
Awaiting a grace only heaven can send
Now Jane, he could ride and he was good with a rope
He weathered weeks on the trail without soap
He saw Wichita Kansas and new Abilene
He crossed every river in between
And the last we heard he was headed for the borderland
At the edge of the world where lives are written in sand
He made for the Llano Estacado a tune upon his tongue
His saddle studded with silver, his stallion lit by the sun
An angel of the range, a son of sturdy folk
Gazing at the last lone star as the morning broke
With no place to rest, no place to pray
Nobody to hold at the end of the day
You lose track of the time since you last knew a friend
Awaiting a grace only heaven can send
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Writer(s): Albin Zak
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