Complacent Jane (feat Deborah Joan Jones)

It always gets him into trouble
He goes out, comes home at three
He’d better get back on the double
to clean his tracks before she sees
How’d she know, how he’d go
on, Lord knows, what a spree?

She always swore this on the Bible
that she would never end this way,
but for her own sake and survival,
grabs her coat and thinks she may
How’d she know how she’ll go
crazy if one more day?

Complacent Jane,
you won’t complain,
or get your way
or stake your claim
Complacent Jane,
could you get away
long enough to make
your way someplace?

You’ve gotta get away somehow
can’t just hang around
How can you say
that it’s okay
and never make a sound?

..2,3,4

Rolling pin sits in the top drawer,
all these years and there it lay
Until she’s fed up
and she can’t ignore,
takes it out and has her say
Now he’s floored
and she’s out the door
faster than you could say…

Complacent Jane,
you won’t complain,
or get your way
or stake your claim
Complacent Jane,
could you get away
long enough to make your way,
Complacent Jane,
you won’t complain,
or get your way
or stake your claim
Complacent Jane,
could you get away
long enough to make
your way someplace?
someplace
someplace

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