Are the linens turned down in folds of glowing white? Are you lying there alone again tonight? He's marching again through the cold November rain But you know he'll come back home, Nevada Jane And when he stumbles in with blood upon his shirt Washing up alone, just to hide the hurt He'll lie down by your side and wake you with your name You'll hold him in your arms, Nevada Jane Have you seen the way he holds her as though she was a bride Children riding on the shoulders strong and wide? She never thought to scold him or even to complain And Big Bill always loved Nevada Jane Nevada Jane went riding. Her pony took a fall The doctor said she never could walk again at all But Big Bill could lightly lift her. The big hands rough and plain Would gently carry home Nevada Jane The storms of Colorado they rained for ten long years The mines of old Montana were filled with blood and tears California, Arizona and Utah heard the name Of the man who always loved Nevada Jane Although the ranks are scattered like leaves upon the breeze And with them go the memory of harder times than these But some things never change, they always stay the same Just like the way Bill loved Nevada Jane Have you seen the way he holds her as though she was a bride Children riding on the shoulders strong and wide? She never thought to scold him or even to complain And Big Bill always loved Nevada Jane