作曲 : John Dempsey/Dana P. Rowe
 Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel: Ladies and Gentlemen,
 The Ballad of Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel and the Senator's Wife.
 Violet was a demon
 In the aprons of a wife
 She was lookin' for the passion
 That was missin' in her life
 Married to a senator
 Her heaven and her hell
 See, way down depp, Ms Vi'let
 Was a jukebox jezebel
 Friday nights, she's hitch her skirts
 And race off down the hill
 Heading for a bourbon joint
 Called Tommy's Roadside Grill
 Damn, she took the place by storm
 This fancy D.C. flirt
 A whirl of silk and satin
 In the denim and the dirt
 Chorus:Little Miss Society
 Was wantin' to be free
 Hank'rin' for some rug burns
 In her '59 Capri
 Thumbed herself a ride
 On a rocket straight to hell
 Yes, the devil gets his due, boys...
 Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:And from time to time
 He gets the girl as well
 The bikers, they was hooting
 There was cheering from the mob
 And standing tall amon them
 Was a cracker, name of Bob
 He said "Lady best move on
 Before they jumpy your sweet behind"
 But Vi'let just smiled and said,
 "That's what I had in mind"
 They made tracks for Bobby's Chevy,
 And so the ev'ning went
 And these late night rendezvous
 Became a regular event
 Each Friday 'round eleven
 Vi'let Chandler lost control
 Grabbed herself her man
 And took the barrel for a roll
 Chorus:Little Miss Society
 Was wantin' to be free
 Hank'rin' for some rug burns
 In her '59 Capri
 Thumbed herself a ride
 On a rocket straight to hell
 Yes, the devil gets his due, boys...
 Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:And from time to time
 He gets the girl as well
 But Bobby never met a throat
 He didn't mean to slice
 And the lawmen were intent
 On making Bobby pay the price
 The sheriff vowed he'd track him down
 Till they met eye to eye
 And they dragged him from his truck
 As he was pullin' up his fly
 Chorus:Vi'let screamed
 And she started to cry
 But deep inside
 She knew her Bobby Barrel wouldn't die
 Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:Bobby pleaded guilty
 And his judgement came to pass
 Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel and Judge:Say your prayers, you sorry bastard
 'Cause we're gonna fry your a*s!"
 Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:They marched him to the chair
 And still he offered no excuse
 But they let him say his final words
 Before they cranked the juice...
 Just let it be said
 That I loved me a woman
 A first class
 High toned
 Washington b*tch...
 Violet:Throw the switch...!
 Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:Violet clutched her belly
 As they dropped him in his tomb
 Knowing that his child
 Lay deep within her womb
 Cal...
 Cal...
 Cal...
 Cal...
 Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel and Chorus:Little Miss Society
 Was wantin' to be free
 Hank'rin' for some rug burns
 In her '59 Capri
 Thumbed herself a ride
 On a rocket straight to hell
 Yes, the devil gets his due, boys...
 Bobby 'Cracker' Barrel:And from time to time
 He gets the girl as well