Where the tracks cut county nine A diesel pulls up a long line Slowing up the grade to a crawl Where Jolee waits for an empty car Away from a man With a cruel tongue and a violent hand Who done told her more than once I'll put your six under if you try to run She walked into the pawn Said how much for that little thirty two The man at the counter said Are you sure what you gonna do Run Jolee run Jolee run Arkansas border Tennesee bound Across muddy water into Memphis town A walk up room a deadbolt on the door A street lamp moon a creak on the floor Neon glows until the break of day Where she goes to make money Pouring whiskey pouring gin Don't tell nobody where you been The little thirty two in her pocket stays loaded Run Jolee run Jolee run The scene plays in her head Over and over again There's a movement beneath the street lamp And the little thirty two gun is in her hand It barks like a dog two three four Last call in the shadow Now Jolee waits for the morning freight Goin' where nobody knows her name Run Jolee run Jolee run Run Jolee run Jolee run