Won’t you tell me now pretty thing
What’s the big hurry?
She gonna head home
Get her bags packed
She gonna fill up the trunk
Of that old Cadillac
Like a blur to the onramp
I-10 East to Alabam
She close her eyes
Over all the noise
She could hear the sound
Of that woman’s voice
When she picked up the telephone
Said, “Girl, you’re man ain’t home
Could I give him a message
If he come round?”
Well I’m afraid not darlin
You’ll be sleeping in the ground
She leaving town
Gone to shoot him down
She roll into Mobile
As the sun set up on the hill
She got a blade sharp
And a gun cocked
She got a hot hand
On the cold lock
Knock, knock at the back door
A voice cries out, “Who’s there?”
Then an eye pressed
To the peephole
She hold the steel straight
And give a quick pull
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