Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Down in a little dusty town, where the rumors fly around,
There’s a tale about Jane Doe, spreadin' whispers door to door.
She's a siren in denim jeans, with a plan up her sleeve,
Claims a baby's on the way, any man who tries to leave.
(Chorus)
Oh, Jane Doe, what’s the game you play?
Telling tales that just ain’t true, what are you tryin' to prove?
You doctor sonograms, claim there’s twins on your hands,
But the only truth to see, is the loneliness you feed.
(Verse 2)
There’s a man she never slept with, swears up and down he’s the twist,
In her fabricated plot, got him tangled, but he's not.
Signed papers on the line, love trapped in legal binds,
When the love is on the run, she calls the lawyers for some fun.
(Chorus)
Oh, Jane Doe, what’s the game you play?
Spinnin' stories, soakin' tears, preying on the lonely fears.
Media’s a stage you claim, tarnishing a guiltless name,
Every tale a bridge you burn, when will you ever learn?
(Bridge)
One by one, the lawyers go, can’t defend the tales you sow,
Empty heart or empty womb, your truth needs more room.
Clayton Echard’s just the last, in your parade of shadows cast,
The Sun may rise and set on lies, but truth’s the prize that never dies.
(Bridge)
One by one, the lawyers go,
can’t defend the tales you sow,
Empty heart or empty womb,
your truth needs more room.
Clayton Eckards just the last,
in your parade of shadows cast,
The Sun may rise and set on lies,
but truth’s the prize that never dies.
(Chorus)
Oh, Jane Doe, find some peace at last,
Let go of the games you play,
maybe find a real way.
To heal the hurt inside your soul,
find a love that makes you whole,
Stop the cycle, break the mold,
find a story yet untold.
(Outro)
So here’s to Jane, with her tales so bold,
May she find her way back home,
to a truth that’s hers alone.
In the ballad that we sing,
may there be a second chance,
For every lost and wandering heart,
looking for a place to start.
(Outro)
So here’s to Jane, with her tales so bold,
May she find her way back home,
to a truth that’s hers alone.
In the ballad that we sing,
may there be a second chance,
For every lost and wandering heart,
looking for a place to start.
