Lyrics:

Well, all right

There are women in Cypress Grove
And if they catch you, you don't go home
So, get to bookin' and don't look back
A one-way ticket on a two-way track

Two-way track
Now tell me

Holy Diver, where you at?
There's a woman on the hill in a wide-brimmed hat
With a shotgun, .44
And a big bloodhound in the back of a jacked-up Ford

They say the water is cherry wine
And all them women drunk all the time
Sheriff Jackson went out the back
And now his daughters all dress in black

Dress in black
Now tell me

Holy Diver, where you at?
There's a woman on the hill in a wide-brimmed hat
With a shotgun, .44
And a razorback boar in the back of a jacked-up Ford


You better keep on running, Bukka
They're playing you for succotash and your stash is gone

Now tell me

Holy Diver, where you at?
There's a woman on the hill in a wide-brimmed hat
With a shotgun, .44
And a black plastic bag in the back of a jacked-up Ford