She got up early to plant those seeds of doubt Unsuspecting he was never gonna work it out On that day she was crazed, with a spade, Then his bed was made. Buried deeply underneath the plow. Farmer Loretta Oh oh there she goes A sweet vendetta, Farmer Loretta Oh, oh there she goes We know what she grows. It's Summer harvest, the widows killing time She shows her new man, how to cut the vines Hear the scarecrow scream, in a spin, her machete swings With grapes of wrath her husband bleeds like wine. Farmer Loretta Oh oh there she goes Sweet vendetta, farmer Loretta Oh oh there she goes We know what she grows John does' in a row She's a complicated woman Fruit of the poison tree Complicated woman Queen of the killer bees Complicated woman She still digs her man, like only a farmer can. Everybody should reap the seeds they sow But sweet Loretta, ain't never gonna let you go. Farmer Loretta.