out where the tracks cut county road 9 a diesel pulls up a long line slowin up the grade to a crawl where jolee waits for an empty car away from that man with a cruel tongue and a violent hand who done told her more than once i ll put you six under if you try to run she walked into the pawn and said i ll take the little 32 the man at the counter said are you sure what you re gonna do run jolee run jolee run arkansas border tennessee bound across the muddy water into memphis town a walk up room deadbolt on the door street light moon a creak in the floor neon glows till the break of day where she goes to make money pourin whiskey pourin gin don t tell nobody where she s been and that little 32 in her pocket is loaded run jolee run jolee run the scene plays in her head over and over again there s a movement beneath the streetlamp and that little 32 gun is in her hand it barks like a dog two three four last call in the shadows now jolee waits for a morning train goin where nobody knows her name run jolee run jolee run