Calamity Jane (Phillips Grant-Lee)

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 Hey, hey, hey Calamity jane Calamity jane 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 Hey, hey, hey Calamity jane Calamity jane Calamity jane Calamity jane