Camella

Camella she's an outlaw She stands on the street Camella passes near enough to hear her Sell us Camella Tell us Camella I'm paying higher prices, Camella, by the week My wife, she cries You realize my pleas Sell us Camella Tell us Camella Camella meet a soldier, the kind she like to meet She took him home Alone she threw a knife Tell us Camella Say it went wrong no place It went wrong Never so alone Don't care if it's right Tell us Camella Marble stairs to heaven, preacher in his grief Camella she's an outlaw Take your hands from her Tell us Camella