There are women in Cypress Grove

And if they catch you, you don't go home

So get to booking and don't look back

A one way ticket on a 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 blood hound 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



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 razor back 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.