Summer Of 1884

  In the summer of 1884
there stood a tavern with a pretty little whore
I was tending the bar and it was getting late
for the last drunk to leave she couldn't wait
That girl looked so tired and way too thin
I asked her why and her story begins...
  Her parents were gone, her mother died first
but her father's death hurt much worse
He was gunned down for a debt he couldn't pay
that's when they grabbed her and took her away
In the land of the free and home of the brave
that poor girl was nothing but a slave...
I swear I didn't know such a story would be told
but how could I grow old and let that all unfold?

  She was so scared with no where to turn
all she knew was that place had to burn
The whiskey flowed along with her tears
her eyes couldn't hide her hate and fear
About that time the owner walked in
she gave a glance and said, "that's him"
  My boss, the owner, ruled that town
evil in his heart always took what it found
He grabbed a bottle from behind the bar
took her by the hair and said, "we won't go far"
He had the star of the law on his chest
I was froze on what to do next...
I swear I didn't know such a story would be told
but how could I grow old and let that all unfold?

  My blood boiled as they walked out of sight
I said to myself, "this is not right"
The next thing I heard were some thuds and screams
he wasn't human, he was making her bleed
When I stormed the room he looked my way
She grabbed his gun and blew him away
  I helped her dress, we left him there
his eyes were fixed with a deep dark stare
She had the heart to end things right
and set a fire that lit up the night
With the tavern ablaze she was headin' east
with a sense of justice and hope for peace...
I swear I didn't know such a story would be told
but how could I grow old and let that all unfold?