It was old in the days
of the wild Americas,
riding her horse through the dusty red plains
a fiery young woman races through the twilight,
shes gotta out race the men on her heels.
This wild desert spirit,
feared and dreaded by most,
the men that have loved her
didn't last long
when they met with her kiss of death.
Free and wild as the northern wind,
started living much to young
learning hard the only way that she knows,
this fragile young beauty,
the killer outlaw.
On the run from a multitude of crimes,
robbing and fighting,
bringing her justice,
has her own ghosts that shes running from too,
shes on the run and never looking back.
She shot her first man at the tender age of fourteen,
she had no real choice,
it was his or her life,
they changed her to hang but she slipped through their bars.
Left a bloody and angry path behind her,
they hurt her bad all of her life,
created the woman she is today,
they only have themselves to blame
but of course they never see that.
She brought revenge to every last person,
finally bringing herself some peace,
twenty-five people
shes left to bury,
her bloody reign came to a close.
She made her last holdup after thirteen long years,
that day was the last time anyone saw her,
she walked out of that bank
with a bag over her shoulder,
surveyed the town and finally smiled.
She looked back at the people staring in fear,
said with a smile "You'll always remember
these years that have pasted
and the things that were done,
never forget the lesson I taught"
"People create their own kinds of demons,
when you do you must live with the price,
the price for the ones that made me this
they paid with the blood in their veins,
may God have mercy for I never will"
She rode off that day into the sunset,
her flaming red hair flowing behind her,
no one has seen her since then,
though her story still lingers
in the heat of the hot dusty sun.
Some say shes still living, watching and waiting,
that shes the protector of all the mistreated,
she brings out her guns to bring them their justice,
maybe she does or maybe shes passed,
some say shes the storm in the sand.
