He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor.
Stood up to the man and gave him what for.
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain.
The hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne.
Our Jayne saw the mudders' backs breakin'.
He saw the mudders' lament.
And he saw the magistrate takin',
every dollar and leavin' five cents.
"You can't do that to my people.
Can't crush them under your heel."
So Jayne strapped on his hat, and in five seconds flat,
stole everything Boss Higgins had to steal.
Now here is what separates heroes
from common folk like you and I.
The man they call Jayne, he turned 'round his plane
and let that money hit sky.
He dropped it onto our houses
he dropped it into our yards.
The man they called Jayne, he stole away our pain
and headed out for the stars!