Farmer Loretta

She got up early to plant those seeds of doubt
 Unsuspecting he was never gonna work it out
 On that day she was crazed, with a spade,
 Then his bed was made.
 Buried deeply underneath the plow.
 Farmer Loretta
 Oh oh there she goes
 A sweet vendetta, Farmer Loretta
 Oh, oh there she goes
 We know what she grows.
 It's Summer harvest, the widows killing time
 She shows her new man, how to cut the vines
 Hear the scarecrow scream, in a spin, her machete swings
 With grapes of wrath her husband bleeds like wine.
 Farmer Loretta
 Oh oh there she goes
 Sweet vendetta, farmer Loretta
 Oh oh there she goes
 We know what she grows
 John does' in a row
 She's a complicated woman
 Fruit of the poison tree
 Complicated woman
 Queen of the killer bees
 Complicated woman
 She still digs her man, like only a farmer can.
 Everybody should reap the seeds they sow
 But sweet Loretta, ain't never gonna let you go.
 Farmer Loretta.