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[Maria = Normal, Bono = Bold,
Both = Italic]
Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest
Me I’m in a rock ‘n’ roll band
Ridin’ in a Stutz BearcatJim you know well…
I guess those were different times
All the poets they studied rules of verse
And the ladies all rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Jack, he is a banker and
Yeah I know Jane, she is a clerk (kinda the same
thing)
Both of them save all their money
When they come home from work
Sittin’ down by the fire
Yeah the radio, radio does play
A little classical music there
You know that Jim "The March Of The Wooden
Soldiers"
All you protest kids
You can hear Jack say, yeah
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, oh
Sweet Jane, oh come on
Standing on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Guy comes up to me says, hey Bono
Wanna play with your band
Sweet Jane, oh my sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, hey, hey hey
Sweet Jane
Sweet sweet Jane / Sweet Jane
Sweet sweet Jane / Sweet Jane
Oh yeah sweet Jane / Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane / Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane / Oh yeah yeah
Sweet Jane / Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane