“Jane Doe”

They found her deep down in the river
where manitees play till they shiver
the Sheriff’s got news to deliver
does anybody know her name?

He opened the bag with a shiver
his hand on his brow with a quiver
I’d say she was kinda pretty
before the fish got hungry and game

Oh I thought I’d seen it all before
he said to the silent press room floor
but what she held in her hand
I’d think you ought to know;
was the ring from her little finger
inscribed with the name same as her toe
Can you tell me what mother in this world
would call her girl Jane Doe?

Jane Doe?

The fisher that found her wasn’t to know
the night before he’d seen her go
out strolling by the riverside
caught a ride from a black impala inside
a man with eyes as black as coal
his thoughts consumed a young girl’s soul
black to the earth was he to know
that we couldn’t even help Jane Doe

And the ring from her little finger
inscribed with the name same as her toe
Can you tell me what mother in this world
could help Jane Doe?
With looks of a bar room singer
and a mind pure white as snow
she’d packed her bags on a bus
with a mother screaming please Jane Doe
Please dont go Jane Doe (Jane Doe)

He’d watched her swim that night by the moon
like every teenage girl that June
could not have thought it would be soon
she would end up at the bottom of the river too

with eyes as wide as headlights true
a naked swim a man there too
dry on the bank with cigarette
with the thoughts of murder
soon forget

the ring from her little finger
inscribed with the name same as her toe
Can you tell me what mother in this world
could help Jane Doe?
with looks of a bar room singer
inscribed with the name same as her toe
Can you tell me what mother in this world
could help Jane Doe?
with the ring on her little finger
inscribed with the name same as her toe
Can you tell me what mother in this world
could help Jane Doe?