text: Now, it was just like Frankie and Johnny
  And it was just like Stagger Lee
  Dolly Summers was a simple girl
  From a mid-west family
  With a stucco home and her own Mustang
  And a charge account at sears
  She had everything that a girl could want
  To live happy for the rest of her years
  But the thing that she wanted most of all
  Was the thing that she had lost
  To the arms of a downtown black jack hustler
  By the name of Candy floss
  Theyd slipped town on a late night train
  Heading for the west
  Dolly slipped behind the wheel of her mustang
  With a piece between her breast
  She put a pistol in her shoulder holster
  She took her car up from Santa Fe
  Yesterday morning she was washing dishes
  Now shes hunting down a runaway
  Dont judge a man by a misdemeanor
  You may be sorry when his light goes out
  Dont put that pistol in your shoulder holster
  You can never, never tell if the Laws about
  If it seemed just like a movie
  Or a night of bad TV
  They should have had a picture of Dollys face
  As she drove across the country
  With daggers drawn for her fallen man
  An venom in her heart
  It was nearly dawn when she caught them up
  Making out in a picnic park
  But the thing that shook her rigid
  As she fumbled for her gun
  Was the state of the man that shed married once
  And thought of as the only one
  And as she looked back on the chances
  That shed passed up at home
  Well, she quietly dumped pistol in a ditch
  And she headed home alone
  You can never, never tell if the Laws about