TITTABAWASSEE JANE
by Jay Stielstra (as I learned it from Craig Johnson)

I met her in Midland, Michigan,
A quarter of a century ago,
She loved me down by the edge of town,
Where the Tittabawassee flowed.

CHORUS)
She's my Tittabawassee Janne's her name,
Tittabawassee Jane,
The river there must be named after her,
She's my Tittabawassee jane.

She worked at the Midland chemical plant,
I waited for her shift to end,
She made napalm -- or some kind of bomb,
But I wasn't too political then.

Art Thieme

She's my...

The air it smelled like kerosene,
Or whatever Dow pumped out,
And the river was laced with lumps of waste
Called Tittabawassee trout.

She's my...

Now, I haven't been back in 25 years,
But the company magazine,
Says the air blows fresh in Midland, Mich
And the Tittabawassee's clean.

Well, I don't wanna tell you what to believe,
But Dow's been known to lie,
And I don't care what they do to the air
But the Tittabawassee's mine.

She's my Tittabawassee Jane's her name,
Tittabawassee Jane,
The river there must be named after her,
Tittabawassee Jane.