Joanna

This is my story, and it won't take long
 My name is Joanna, and I have done wrong
 When I was a young girl, no more than thirteen
 Killed me a bad man for what he had seen
 Lives out on the west coast, down by Cools Bay
 My mamma went workin' every night and day
 The crookies were bloomin' for to welcome the sun
 Trailers ranged out along the old Highway 101
 Now that you're at the shipyard, the iron works there
 They'd all fall the night cruise that sent them away
 And there's Donny Dakota, yeah, from just down a way
 Gettin' drunk on a Sunday, yeah, down by the bay
 Had a face like a dark cloud, and his voice like the storms
 With no work at all, boys, yeah, he just stayed home
 Yeah, he'd wandered the trailer park where I lay
 Banged on the wall just to scare all us kids
 One day I came out, and in the sunlight I stood
 Told him to fuck off, boy, like no one else would
 He took a fist full of my hair, and dragged me around
 To the back of the trailer, and held me down on the ground
 And as he pulled my dress up I could see the clouds overhead
 So airy and bright as it'd thought in my head
 Oh, the crookies were bloomin' for to welcome the sun
 Trailers lined up out on old Highway 101
 That night as I lay in my bed, wide awake
 Lookin' out of my window, out over the bay
 Well I rose and I got my mamma's gun from her drawer
 She was sleepin' so soundly as I walked out the door
 Found Donny Dakota, from just down a way
 Asleep in the tall grass down by the bay
 The stars were all shinin' and, oh, so red
 Shot him three times in the back of the head