Olema

She used to live in the city
Little ol' miss pretty
Till she found the wrong crowd
Now she's puffing up a cloud

Oh they're gonna get miss McKenna
And send down to Olema
This Is what her mother said
When she fell on her head

Santa Lucia at my door
Goodness gracious can't take no more
Coffee beans from Olema
She was always a dilemma

Mother mother can't take no more
Smoking by the outhouse door
Sent little miss McKenna
To the apple trees at Olema

Leaves withered and turned brown
Crunchy and dead on the ground
Beautiful cottages at Olema
For little addicted McKenna

Sister sister she's so bored
Brother brother can't take no more
Aching alone in her bed
Missing what her mother said

Santa Lucia at my door
Goodness gracious can't take no more
Coffee beans from Olema
She was always a dilemma

Mother mother can't take no more
Smoking by the outhouse door
Sent little miss McKenna
To the apple trees at Olema



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Godwin
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