SAINT HELEN’S
                                                  Words & Music by
                                                                                                                              Stephen Ray Willoughby C 1980

 V.1          Saint Helen’s, 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.                                            

Chorus:     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 Helen’s, St. Helen’s, You ain’t no saint anymore.    
                  Whoa no…

 V.2           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 a, 
                  How would you feel, if someone kept walkin’ up and
                  Down your side for so many years, digging holes in you

Chorus:     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 Helen’s, St. Helen’s, You ain’t no saint anymore
                  No—you ain’t, no you ain’t.

Bridge       So many years, oh! Everybody thought she was sleepin’
                  So many years, people thought that she was dead.
                  Umhmm, but only God knew that deep dark secret                                
                  And only God knew, what the people would dread,  
                  Dread, yeah.  
                  (Repeat 1st verse) & double tag out