On a Friday night,
six miles south of Louisville
The daughter of a man named
Dewey Jones was killed
No one knows just who it was
who took her life
We found her footprints
leading through a cot ton field
She was cold as ice
Somebody came to witch old Donna
We found her face down
where they left her in the cotton field
Somebody kill me with your stunner
We don't know who,
wonder if we ever will
Local folks said
she's the prettiest thing
they'd ever seen
With the makings of a woman
twice her age at seventeen
She was the envy of all the women
throughout the town
Everybody knew that
Dewey Jones' daughter made
the rounds
Somebody kill, somebody kill
Dewey Jones' daughter
We found her face down
where they left her in the
cotton field
Somebody killed, somebody killed
Dewey Jones' daughter
We don't know who,
wonder if we ever will
Rumors goin' round
in a small country town
She was hard to prove
But everybody swore
She was gonna be a mother soon
Could I have been the wife of a lover
Who couldn't stand the shame
Or a lover afraid the child she'd bear
Might share his name
When the sheriff arrived
The crowd moved back
And the rain poured down
They lifted her up and carried her away
No one made a sound
No one saw what was under her hand
Hidden on the ground
An empty bottle of pills
In a rain -soaked field
Was never found
Somebody came
Somebody came to do it
Don't start it
We found her face down
where they left her in a coffin
Somebody killed, somebody killed
Dewey Jones' daughter
We don't know who,
wonder if we ever will
Somebody killed, somebody killed
Dewey Jones' daughter
We found her face down
where they left her in a cotton field
Somebody came,
somebody else did what he said