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Well. there's a little houseBack there in the woodsKudzu vines have torn aprtEverything they couldThere's a place beneath the floorboardsWhere she kept her letters hidAnd it tells the secret storyBout the awful things she didNow the rain and worms haveTurned her words back into the soilBut the ground is drownedWith blood and oilA stranger came to town Selling magazinesDoor to door he'd tip his hatTo every girl he'd seeAnd before too longHe knocked uponThe window of her houseIt was then that she begain to wonder What life was aboutSongtexteAnd pretty soon his hat hung on a nail inside her doorAnd her hands were stained With blood and oilSoon he went awayAnd she was aloneHer husband wrote from NormandyThat he was coming homeHe had fought the Germans bravelyIn the villges of FranceThe letter slowly fluttered outFrom her shaking handsAnd she knew she couldn't face himAnd pretend that she'd been loyalAnd she cried bitter tearsOf Blood and OilHour after hourShe paced the little roomShe felt her stomach tightenWith the certainty of doomHe would never understand Just how lonely she'd becomeSo she packed a bag of clothesAnd a bottle of his rumAnd she disappeared into the worldAs the night uncoiledAnd she left behind a trailOf blood and oil Aus Songtexte Mania