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"
[Chorus]
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