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 Candyfloss 
They'd 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 
 
If it seemed just like a movie 
Or a night of bad TV 
They should have had a picture of Dolly's 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 she'd married once 
And thought of as the only one 
And as she looked back on the chances 
That she'd passed up at home 
Well she quietly dumped pistol in a ditch 
And she headed home alone