Olema Lyrics

She used to live in the city

Little ol' miss pretty

'Til 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