Many other versions have been performed and recorded. None of them are even half as good as this, in my opinion. And that includes Lou's other versions and all the other versions from all the other bands that have ever covered it, including some of my own. I suspect we all would have played it this way if we could have. But it takes a special band to pull it off, and Lou had one, with
Steve Hunter: guitar
Dick Wagner: more guitar
Ray Colcord: keyboards
Prakash John: bass
Whitey Glan: drums
Everybody sings (or sang) this one differently, including Lou. After long research I settled on this version of the lyric and I sing it this way myself, if you don't mind abusing the word "singing".
RIP Lou, and thanks for all the beautiful songs you left us, especially this one:
Standin' on a corner
suitcase in my hand
Jack's in a corset Jane she's in a vest
and me I'm in a rock 'n roll band
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat
those were different times
when poets studied rules of verse
and ladies rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Now Jack he's a banker
and Jane she is a clerk
and both of 'em save their money
when they come home from work
sittin' by the fire
[it's an electric fire you plug it in]
the radio does play
[a little classical music there kids]
The March of the Wooden Soldiers
and you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Some people like to go out dancin'
other folks like us we gotta work
and there's always some evil mother
tryin' to tell you that
life is just made out of dirt
and women never really faint
and villains always roll their eyes
and children are the only ones who blush
and life is just to die
but anyone who ever had a heart
he wouldn't turn around and break it
and anyone who ever played a part
he wouldn't turn around and hate it [no no no]
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
