June cried with a reckless devotion,
"There's a body down on the railroad tracks"
Sweet Amber Jean took a notion
Life may be defined by what you lack
Stiff coats in the curtains and cables
Ripe blood was staining their shoes
"Have Mrs. Jean, if she's able,
Confirm at the station and soon"
"Saint Teresa,
Call the angels"
Amber screams
O'er the table
"Tell me please that he waits,
Waits for me"
Chief Johnson chews his tobacco
Sweet Amber's teeth taste the same
That thieving snake is a rattler
And she's a pawn in the game
"Saint Teresa,
Call the angels"
Amber screams
O'er the table
"Tell me please that he waits,
Waits for me"
TCOLE man fit their description
Soon had police at the door
Tried answering backwards questions
Now he ain't no TCOLE man no more
"Saint Teresa,
Call the angels"
Amber screams
O'er the table
"Tell me please that he waits,
Waits for me"