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