Well. there's a little house   Back there in the woods   Kudzu vines have torn aprt   Everything they could      There's a place beneath the floorboards   Where she kept her letters hid   And it tells the secret story   Bout the awful things she did      Now the rain and worms have   Turned her words back into the soil   But the ground is drowned   With blood and oil      A stranger came to town    Selling magazines   Door to door he'd tip his hat   To every girl he'd see      And before too long   He knocked upon   The window of her house   It was then that she begain to wonder    What life was about      And pretty soon his hat hung on a nail inside her door   And her hands were stained    With blood and oil      Soon he went away   And she was alone   Her husband wrote from Normandy   That he was coming home      He had fought the Germans bravely   In the villges of France   The letter slowly fluttered out   From her shaking hands      And she knew she couldn't face him   And pretend that she'd been loyal   And she cried bitter tears   Of Blood and Oil      Hour after hour   She paced the little room   She felt her stomach tighten   With the certainty of doom      He would never understand    Just how lonely she'd become   So she packed a bag of clothes   And a bottle of his rum      And she disappeared into the world   As the night uncoiled   And she left behind a trail   Of blood and oil