This is my story, and it won’t take long
My name is Joanna, and I have done wrong
I was a young girl, no more than thirteen
k**ed 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 [?] 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 f** 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 [?] 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 gra** down by the bay
The stars were all shinin’ and, oh, so red
Shot him three times in the back of the head