I drove from Montesang to AberdeenFrom Averdeen to Pacific BeachA pocket full of wrong numbersHas anybody seen Shannon Rhodes?I see her from the window of my memoryStanding like an angel down the hallI’ll call when I get home this eveningHas anybody seen Shannon Rhodes?Some say she moved in with her loverThe man her mother could not stand »Ma, he only hits me when he’s angry »Has anybody seen Shannon Rhodes?Four miles from the highway they found herLying in the tall grass by the roadMurdered by the hands of her loverGoodbye, goodbye, Shannon Rhodes?Yesterday I went out to her gravesiteThe same day that her lover stood his trailAt her grave I stood there and rememberedAll my days with Shannon Rhodes.