This is one of my favorite Wanda Jackson songs. Hell, it's one of my favorite songs, like, ever. In the world. That was ever recorded. It's that good. From the sinister, murderous implications, to the way my fellow Okie manages to add an extra syllable to the word "down", this song is completely badass. The message is clear: do her wrong, and you're comin' home in a box. Chills, ladies. I have chills.