There are women in Cypress Grove And if they catch you, you don't go home So get to booking and don't look back A one way ticket on a two way track Now tell me Holy Diver, where you at? There's a woman on the hill in a wide brimmed hat With a shotgun, .44, And a big blood hound in the back of a jacked up Ford. They say the water is cherry wine And all them women drunk all the time Sheriff Jackson went out the back And now his daughters all dress in black Now tell me Holy Diver, where you at? There's a woman on the hill in a wide brimmed hat With a shotgun, .44, And a razor back boar in the back of a jacked up Ford. You better keep on running Bukka They're playing you for succotash and your stash is gone. Now tell me Holy Diver, where you at? There's a woman on the hill in a wide brimmed hat With a shotgun, .44, And a black plastic bag in the back of a jacked up Ford.