Daughter

There's a poor man who drinks in the night, but he loves his wife
And this poor man brought into life little Jane and she could fight
In a house by the railroad track in a mining town of rats
And the town had no station
Did no one want to leave? or they can't perhaps?
And the rats and roaches (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Find a home deep inside

Winters pass and Jane still fights
But now for men in ties
(oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
She brings home a hard days pay
And a lover to whom she lies
(oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)

Mother she cries my man is dead
It was a fight my hands are stained in red
Bruised he lit a cigarette and then he bowed his head
And mother gets pennies in the mail
Ever since daddy fell

Should I run, won't be home for Christmas come
Should lay on the ground, won't make a sound
Should I run, won't be home for Christmas come
Back my bags, be the first to make it outta this town

Mother used to tell Jane stories
From the only book she'd read
(oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
You know the devil was beautiful angel
But now he slaves the dead
(oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)

And mother how far can one girl fall? As deep as a well
And mother she asks could the devil ever climb out of hell?
Cos if there's hope for the devil (oh-oh-oh-oh)
There might be hope for me