cos I always kept a derringer in my garter
and anyways I wasn't that kind of girl.
Went and bought me a fine horse,
then built a bonfire and burnt up all my hoops and corsets
you guessed it,
I wasn't that kind of girl.
Stuck around town a while,
whilst I got provisioned.
When the corner boys laughed, I invited 'em to dance
to the music of my new friend Mr. Colt .45.
Coulda stuck around town,
raising chickens and fillin' a pew every Sunday,
but I wasn't that kind of girl, neither.
So I lit out.
Made the moon my friend and bathed in the stream,
just adding a little scent that lasted until the current took it.
Days I didn't bother getting gussied up
for the prairie dogs and critters, cos they don't care.
Whistled a tune and nobody told me "Woman, hush!"
I'd-a plugged 'em if they did.
Pulled my hat down low over my eyes,
and listened to the eagle cry the same song that lived in my soul.
Nights, a good fire and a dime novel was all I need.
Got lonely, though.
Started to pine for that blacksmith's daughter,
the one that used to half smile as I went by,
makin' my heart ring like a hammer on an iron shoe.
Finally went back into town for biscuits and rose water,
payin' no mind to the weaker sex, with their scruffy beards,
until one of 'em shouted, "Hey mister!" and slap his knee laughin'.
I started to ride by--
didn't come for no trouble,
and I was dusty from the trail and not feelin' my very best,
but then I straightened my back
and brought my horse around as the afternoon sun went behind a cloud.
"Better step out in the street," I told that man.
I hadn't used the Colt in a month of Sundays,
but as my fingers flexed just touching the handle,
it all came back to me just like makin' a pie crust.
Sam Colt got a way of sobering up a loud man,
and he just looked down at his boots and mumbled,
I still had half a mind to put one between his eyes, just for the practice,
but then that blacksmith's daughter was at my side, saying,
"C'mon honey. Let's fetch some sweet tea."
She give me that half smile,
and said she knew a place where I could shake out my hair
and get fresh.
That's when I remembered what kind of girl I am,
and it put the dip back in my hip
and the glide back in my stride.
'Blossom's back in town,
and y'all had better
show a lady a little respect.