Sweet Jane - Live At The Matrix, San Francisco, CA / 1969

Standin' on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band

Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
You know those were different times
All, all the poets studied rows of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane, oh
Sweet Jane, oh, oh
Sweet Jane

I'll tell you somethin' of Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them save their moneys
And when, when they come home from work

Ooh, sittin' by the fire, ooh
The radio just played a little classical music that jam
The march of the wooden soldiers
All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say
Get ready ya

Sweet Jane, ah, come on baby now
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Some people like to go out dancing
And other people, they have to work, just watch me now
And there's always some evil mothers
Well they gonna tell you that everything is just of dirt

You know that women never really faint
And that villeins always blink their eyes, ooh
And that you know children are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die

But anyone with or had a heart, oh
They wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played the part, oh
They wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane, oh-whoa
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Heavenly wine and roses
Seem to whisper to her when he smiles
Heavenly wine and roses
Seem to whisper to her, hey, when she smiles
La, la, la, la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la-la

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane