Well she came on down to my one sheriff town,
A girl from the big city.
She tended bar at the Old Bell Jar,
And lured cowboys with her sweet ditties.
The voice of an angel dropped down to hell,
She’d be the death of a few, I could already tell.
A girl with danger in her strut and fire in her eyes,
You’d be one hell of a man to resist her lies.
And lies they were you’d best be sure,
For one like her, there ain’t no cure.
I myself was charmed by her wiles,
For any man she could easily beguile,
Young or old, handsome, or not..
In the end every one of ’em would get caught.
In a snare she made particular to each,
Tempting them with a fruit they’d never reach.
I loved from afar, not like some others,
In particular were these two brothers.
They got in a row one god-awful night,
And blasted their guns from left to right.
I got caught with a stray shell,
And man that sure hurt like hell.
But when the smoke cleared in a minute or two,
I saw more wounded men, some of ’em I knew.
They were all on the floor, moanin’ in pain,
And the brothers? Well, both were slain.
They killed each other in a jealous rage,
Because of this woman, they went on a rampage.
And then we saw, what most I did fear,
A figure on the floor, with a visage still fair.
For she I loved as none loved before,
My hope, my dream, was gone ‘evermore.