Saint Helen’s
                                                Words & Music by
                                                                                                                             Stephen Ray Willoughby C 1980

Saint Helens, blew her top. She got real hot
N’ Let it all go….oh .  Now ain’t that just like a woman
To sit and brewed so long. While all the time, she got the fire down below oh oh oh.

She threw her ash all over the place
Some people died that was a sin a disgrace
But you know, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Saint Helens, St. Helens. You ain’t no saint anymore. Whoa no

Now ain’t that just like a woman, to hide all that heat and
Angriness, For such a long, long time.
Well, you can’t really blame her you know. I mean ah, how would you feel, if someone kept walkin’ up and down your side
for so many years. Digging holes in you.

She threw her ash all over the place.
Some people died that was a sin a disgrace.
But you know, hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
Umhmm, Saint Helens, St. Helens. You ain’t no saint anymore.
No-- you ain’t, no you ain’t.

So many years, oh! Everybody thought she was sleepin’
So many years, people thought that she was dead.
Ummm, but only God knew that deep dark secret she was keepin’ and only God knew, what the people would dread, dread, yeah.

                (Repeat 1st verse) & out double tag

        
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