The year I lived in Richmond
there was a killer on the loose
Four women slain in my neighborhood
It was all over the news
Deborah Lee Hill moved to Richmond
round about the same time as me
She was a peculiar one, the strong & silent type
I'd see her at the bar occasionally
The summer was hot that year in Richmond
Deborah didn't have an A/C
She slept with her second story bedroom window up
Just to catch a little breeze
She woke one night to an intruder
climbing in her window from a tree
Deborah up & ran for a kitchen knife
& stabbed him in his chest repeatedly
The coroner came to take the body
Deborah packed up all her things
She left in her pickup truck as soon as morning came
She'd seen all she cared to see
The rest of the year I lived in Richmond
they talked about murders on TV
Any child could tell you how that killer died
under the knife of Deborah Lee
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