Joanne Little - Bob Holmes

    Her mother told her, "Joanne Little, naked you were born
    Likely that's the way you die
    Heartless men will use you
    You'll do anything
    They'll all forget once you're inside"

    And the prison walls
    They're deep and cold
    When I was young they took my years
    The prison walls
    They're black and old
    Oh please don't send me back in there

    One night in jail for robbery
    The guard came into her cell
    All alone to have his fun
    One hour until day light
    She sent that man to Hell
    Across the prison yard she run

    [Repeat Chorus]

    The judge he said , "No murder here"
    The lawyer said it too
    How the northern women cried
    They said "Just give us one more year"
    They could not understand
    Why Joanne couldn't give one more night

    [Repeat Chorus]

    Homeless, wet and hungry
    They caught her in New York
    All she said when they were through
    "Oh, it's one jail for another
    What do you get for all the years
    I give to you"

    [Repeat Chorus]

    by Bob Holmes Novembers Records
    November Records

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