She’s got broken wings and she don’t sing no more
If she could fly she’d fly on out the door
Her battered cheeks don’t rise to smile or speak
But there’s one trick left inside her tattered sleeve
West Texas girls, you boys beware, dust devils hiding in their windswept hair
A turned down bed and a turned down girl, woke up this morning to the .44 smell
She packs her things up and she’s packing heat
He told her he’d make it hurt if she tried to leave
For his secrets hid behind her bloody teeth
Are worth ten to fifteen if she ever up and sang
Like a bull on fire coming through the door, a .38 grip whips her to the floor
Her lips touch the sky to the hollow sound, oh dear mama would you look at me now
Still as prey she’s crouched and full of hope
But a five finger kiss to the lips is all he blows
Just game for the take well she could sit and wait
But now and again a mouse can catch a snake
Pull the hammer back and let the cold steel roar, gather up the weed and the money from the top drawer
Black eyes don’t cry, pour the gasoline round, spit on the body throw the cigarette down
West Texas girls you boys beware, dust devils hiding in their windswept hair
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