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



Credits
Writer(s): Geoffrey Landers
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