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The Ballad of Little Missy

Haven't posted my own songs for a while. I don't know if any of them are actually up here. In that case, this is the first I guess. Enjoy. And by the way, it sounds better when it has a guitar behind it. :P

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There's a story 'bout a gal named Little Missy you see,

she was a gunslinger, but she didn't shoot for free,

she was hired to kill, and kill did she,

it was rumored, she killed Mr. McGee.

See, Mr. Mcgee was a powerful figure in this 'ol town,

he kept the whole place locked down,

he owned most of the land here,

he even owned all the beer.

So, of course the town got mad,

when Little Missy killed off their man,

they didn't know any better, you see,

Mr. Mcgee was taking their money for free.

Little Missy spent a week in the country jail,

would've been more, but she made bail,

the town decided to let her out,

just so they could kill her off now.

Little Missy better run,

Little Missy pull  your gun,

the whole town's after you,

Little Missy better run,

Little Missy pull your gun,

Cause they're a comin' for you.

As the rope was tied,

the gravel flied,

Little Missy's death seemed sure,

they didn't hear the man behind the door.

The noose was staring,

the town's silence daring,

they led Little Missy to the stand,

placed a gun in the guard's hand.

He motioned to Little Missy and snuck away,

behind some bales of hay,

to leave her death, they town wondered now,

she ran away, how?

How she managed to escape, nobody knows,

and where she went, nobody goes,

into the desert of no return, you see,

it's death: for free.

Little Missy better run,

Little Missy pull  your gun,

the whole town's after you,