Ooh...
Jane Dean said before he died
there are two more roads
that I'd like to ride
Give me the wheel and
I'll give you the gun
From Highway 1 to 101
The women moaned
and the young girls cried
On the night that Jane Dean died
Ooh...
Yeah, Jane Dee knew he was
flying too low
He was bound for glory and he had to go
He loved bright lights and
good fast cars
Women in love and the Hollywood stars
The women moaned
and the young girls cried
On the night that Jane Dee died, ooh
Yeah, the junk man lives
with his life on the line
They're trying to kill him
and he's running out of time
He loves his cars and he loves his child
He's a millionaire and born too wild
The women moaned
and the young girls cried
On the night that Jane Dean died, ooooh
Jane Dean said, I'm a son of a gun
There are two more roads
that I'd like to run
Someone said, what could they be
The road that's true and
the one that's free
The women moaned
and the young girls cried
On the night that Jane Dean died, ooooh
Yeah, the junk man drives
like a bat out of hell
His dreams come true like a ring and a bell
Oh, the bombs and the bullets
are a -comin' his way
And his money won't help
him get away today
The women moaned
and the young girls cried
On the night that Jane Dean died, ooh
Jane Dean knew he was flyin' too low
He was bound for glory and he had to go
He loved bright lights and good fast cars,
The women in love and the
Hollywood stars,
The women moan and the young girls cry,
On the night that Jane Dean died.
Ooh!