There’s a lady I met at a party one night
\nShe’d come over from old mother England
\nJust a beast in the air with her fancy a-flight
\nAnd her ship was just now coming in
\nYou could tell by the light in her eyes this was no make believe
\n\tThat she measures her prize by the weight of the gun up her sleeve
\n\tA hand cocked to one side as she steadied her pride
\n\tand the kick back enlivened in her bones
\n\tNow the stained little girl has a woman made world of her own<\/p>\n
Well I have this good friend whose beginning again
\nShe has never lived on her own
\nI can see how she feels, it’s a pretty big deal
\nWhen the night comes to find you alone
\nWell I guess it’s the weight of the world she must hold in her hands
\n\tA cold chamber echoes “honey, you know you’ve left a good man”
\n\tBut the bullet inside means she no longer hides
\n\tFrom those real or imagined demands
\n\t‘Cause it’s her story now and she moves as the journey commands<\/p>\n
Oh the coffee shop girl with her warm chestnut eyes
\nShe has nothing against integration
\nBut the fact of the matter is how it was done
\nWent against the known will of her nation
\nSee there’s only one law of the land worth keeping around
\n\tAnd that law puts a gun in her hand as she’s standing her ground
\n\tAnd whatever the cost or the lives that are lost
\n\tShe believes it’s her right to defend
\n\tSo those brown eyes turn cold as she wipes down the counter again<\/p>\n
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