Grant-Lee Phillips

Calamity Jane

Drunk on the blood of a hero’s welcome, babe

Ringin’ in the year with a ticker tape parade

While the motorcade is stretched from First to Main

Calamity Jane, shootin’ off that mouth again

Hey, hey, hey

Pin all your sins on your Man of Sorrow then

Stroll through the crowd with a black mantilla, friend

While they’re whisperin’ like locusts in the grain

Calamity Jane

Hit it on the nose again

Hey, hey, hey

Calamity jane

Washed in the tears of the revolution, babe

Born in the back of a Studebaker

American made

Ah but girl have you no shame

Calamity jane

Honey, take heart and take aim

Hey, hey, hey

Calamity jane