she came in out of the dark rain her guns hanging loose at the ready her worn leather death hand just driftin above the handle of her colt eyes searching for the hard glint of steel in the faces of the saloons crowded floor but none had noticed her come in from the storm
she walked to the bar and called out for a whiskey leaned and let all but gun hand rest as one of the prettiest bargirls came up and smiled for a drink without conversation the girl lead her to a backroom and this gypsy's night was filled with hot passions and the gun hand was forgotten in the sweet arms of virgina citys sweetest rose
but morning came with the rolling of the steamtrains whistle and the sheriff calling out the gun hand she had laid some dog of a man low for putting his hands on his woman now she got to hang cant be shootin our law abiding folk we don't take kindly
this gunhand this leather clad hard riding woman with the softest sweetest heart the kindest of souls wasn't gonna let em hang her for shooting down a ***** dog of a man so she kissed sweet rose long an deep and bid that sweet girl fare thee well took up her colt
out into the dusty raw heat of noonday sun she stepped with her gun hand driftin over the **** of her colt eyes blazin for the fool of a sheriff who had come to lay her low in the name of justice in the name of their lie of a town
they faced eachother and drew pistols both got off a shot one fell to the dusty earth never to rise again the other laid down pistol and walked away
(for Amy...a humanitarian with a gunhand and a sweet smile)