14 acessos
D / D A / G / Bm A / D <-- repete a musica inteira
standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
jack is his coat, and jane her vest, me i'm rock'n'roll band
hah! ridin' stutz-bearcat, jim y'know, those
were different times! oh, all
poets they studied rules of
verse ladies, rolled their eyes sweet jane! whoa! jane,
oh-oh-a! i'll tell you something jack, he
banker she clerk both them save monies, ha
when, when come home
from work sittin' down by
fire, oh! radio does play classical
music there, "the march wooden soldiers" protest
kids can hear say, get ready, ah baby!
some people, like to go out
dancing other peoples, have
work, just watch now! there's
even evil mothers well they're gonna
that everything dirt y'know
that, women, never really faint villains always blink
eyes, woo! children are only ones who blush! life die!
and, everyone ever had heart wouldn't turn around
break it anyone played part oh hate it! whoa-oh-oh! D G
Sweet Jane Sweet Jane
D G
Sweet Jane Sweet Jane