Devil's Best Dress - Corb Lund

There is a woman, she lives in the west

She’s not the devil, but she wears his best dress

She’s quicker than lightning with the iron on her hips

She’s quicker than lightning and they say she don’t miss

I can’t say I love you, I don’t hardly know you

They warmed me about you from the start

They said «Don't you cross her, if you don’t want a hole in your heart»

The dress hides a pistol, a top-break Schofield I think

Not that it matters when you’re outdrawn in a blink

She builds her own cartridge, it’s a wildcatted load

With a wadcutting bullet for a blood letting wound

I can’t say I love you, I don’t hardly know you

They warned me about you from the start

They said «Don't you cross her, if you don’t want a hole in your heart»

I can’t say I love you, I don’t hardly know you

They warned me about you from the start

They said «Don't you cross her, if you don’t want a hole in your heart»

There is a woman, she lives in the west