The Year I Lived in Richmond

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

Well, Deborah Lee Hill moved to Richmond

'Round about the same time as me

She was a peculiar one, the strong and silent type

I'd see her at the bar occasionally

The summer was hot that year in Richmond

Deborah didn't have an AC

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

Well, Deborah up and ran for a kitchen knife

And 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 the murders on TV

Any child could tell you how that killer died

Under the knife of Deborah Lee