VERSE 1:
Buried under a quakie tree, in a pasture out in Utah
In a wicker casket, 6 foot deep, lies a woman with her boots on
With a shotgun, rusted spurs and rope
And a silver cross hung round her throat
What’s resting in that hole
Says all I need to know

CHORUS:
The cowboys tried to tame her
Townsfolk tried to shame her
I bet her mama even blamed her
For the hell she brought on them
She was born for jumpin’ fences
The wild west was her home
With rebel in her blood
Sticks and stones in her bones

VERSE 2:
I bet that break on her right leg came from breaking mustangs
‘N to saddle up at 5 foot 1, you know she was a tough thing
She stole hearts but her true love
Was a turquoise sky and red rock dust
No headstone,no name
But there’s a legend in that grave… ‘n I

CHORUS

When it’s me who’s RIP down there in the dirt
I hope they say I’m just like her

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