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  • Queen Jane Approximately
    Lyrics By:
    Bob Dylan
    Music By:
    Bob Dylan

    Now when your mother sends back all your invitations
    And your father to your sister he explains
    That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations
    Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
    Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

    Now the flower lady wants back what she has have lent you
    And the smell of her roses does not remain
    When all your children start to resent you
    Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
    Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

    Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned
    Have all died in battle or in vain
    And you find yourself sick of all this repetition
    Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
    Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

    Now when all of your advisers heave their plastic
    At your feet to convince you of your pain
    Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic
    Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
    Won't you come see me, Queen Ja

    This was played frequently by Bob Weir with the Grateful Dead from 1987 to 1995. His version follows Bob Dylan's very closely. (1) Dylan's version has more than just one flower lady: "Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you" (2) Dylan's version is "All lay down their bandanas"
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Submitted by Jonathan Lane on
This was played frequently by Bob Weir with the Grateful Dead from 1987 to 1995. His version follows Bob Dylan's very closely. (1) Dylan's version has more than just one flower lady: "Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you" (2) Dylan's version is "All lay down their bandanas"
Lyrics By
Bob Dylan
Music By
Bob Dylan
Lyrics

Now when your mother sends back all your invitations
And your father to your sister he explains
That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

Now the flower lady wants back what she has have lent you
And the smell of her roses does not remain
When all your children start to resent you
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned
Have all died in battle or in vain
And you find yourself sick of all this repetition
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

Now when all of your advisers heave their plastic
At your feet to convince you of your pain
Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Ja