| There is a woman, she lives in the west
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| She’s not the devil, but she wears his best dress
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| She’s quicker than lightning with the iron on her hips
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| She’s quicker than lightning and they say she don’t miss
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| I can’t say I love you, I don’t hardly know you
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| They warmed me about you from the start
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| They said «Don't you cross her, if you don’t want a hole in your heart»
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| The dress hides a pistol, a top-break Schofield I think
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| Not that it matters when you’re outdrawn in a blink
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| She builds her own cartridge, it’s a wildcatted load
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| With a wadcutting bullet for a blood letting wound
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| I can’t say I love you, I don’t hardly know you
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| They warned me about you from the start
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| They said «Don't you cross her, if you don’t want a hole in your heart»
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| I can’t say I love you, I don’t hardly know you
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| They warned me about you from the start
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| They said «Don't you cross her, if you don’t want a hole in your heart»
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| There is a woman, she lives in the west |