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