Jane
She's digging through an old peacoat her daddy left her in his will
She's got nowhere to go
Plenty of time to kill
Shows up when nights get long and rough
Like the men and the dope ain't strong enough
She'll breathe you out with a cigarette puff
Rhyming everything with love
She still sings like an angel choir
A voice that proves there's no such thing as sin
Smiles like the sun dancing through the pines
The kind of sky we'll never see again
She blames the weather on why she's sick
But the Georgia frost ain't in her lungs
Uses her age like a parlor trick
Like she did when she was young
She was everyone's girl one point in time
Calling her shots on the county line
Tripping over herself with bloodshot eyes
She may laugh like she lost her mind
She still sings like an angel choir
A voice that proves there's no such thing as sin
Smiles like the sun dancing through the pines
The kind of sky we'll never see again
The county caught like kinlin on the dry soil
Running scared are the faces and the names
Try to get to higher ground
The foothills are on fire now
And I can't see a soul among the flame
And I can't see a soul among the flame
She still sings like an angel choir
A voice that proves there's no such thing as sin
Smiles like the sun dancing through the pines
The kind of sky we'll never see again
The kind of sky we'll never see again
The kind of sky we'll never see again
She's got nowhere to go
Plenty of time to kill
Shows up when nights get long and rough
Like the men and the dope ain't strong enough
She'll breathe you out with a cigarette puff
Rhyming everything with love
She still sings like an angel choir
A voice that proves there's no such thing as sin
Smiles like the sun dancing through the pines
The kind of sky we'll never see again
She blames the weather on why she's sick
But the Georgia frost ain't in her lungs
Uses her age like a parlor trick
Like she did when she was young
She was everyone's girl one point in time
Calling her shots on the county line
Tripping over herself with bloodshot eyes
She may laugh like she lost her mind
She still sings like an angel choir
A voice that proves there's no such thing as sin
Smiles like the sun dancing through the pines
The kind of sky we'll never see again
The county caught like kinlin on the dry soil
Running scared are the faces and the names
Try to get to higher ground
The foothills are on fire now
And I can't see a soul among the flame
And I can't see a soul among the flame
She still sings like an angel choir
A voice that proves there's no such thing as sin
Smiles like the sun dancing through the pines
The kind of sky we'll never see again
The kind of sky we'll never see again
The kind of sky we'll never see again
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