Pepperbox Gun

Duration

4:12

Genres

Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly

Lyrics

Betty was a last generation American outlaw Her granddaddy rode like Jesse James out in the wind And her daddy did a lot for the moonshine up in Wichita He ran white lightning to the border and back again But Betty’s mama raised her up down in the swampland With the gators and the bobcats and the black sand A sweet Seminole woman trying to change her hand Well Betty fell in love with a no-good gambling trucker He’d cross the glades and drop his wage on cards and dice And he was a snake in the grass but damn was Betty a sucker She’d wear the diamonds her daddy stole her and dress real nice But one day Betty came home and found her back door open And every lock and box in that house, well it was broken And her diamonds, they were gone She said, I ain’t an honest man, I ain’t a workin man I ain’t a lovin man, but man I tell you what I am a devil girl, I’m queen of this rebel world And you ain’t no match for me and my little ol pepperbox gun Well Betty caught up with the trucker just south of Jacksonville Racin that red sunrise right up to the Georgia line As he stopped for gas he felt that touch of cold steel She took her diamonds right out of his coat and left him to die She headed up 75 to low country town Then headed out west to the hills and Cumberland ground And she started makin her rounds Betty found a woman been beaten down to the bone Found a woman been left six babies on her own Found a woman so low she was drownin in a whiskey moan All been stomped and bound by men who’d up and gone So Betty rounded up those men and she shot em dead Then reloaded and headed west She said, I ain’t an honest man, I ain’t a workin man I ain’t a lovin man, but man I tell you what I am a devil girl, I’m queen of this rebel world And you ain’t no match for me and this wheellock, this ten-shot, this white-hot, little ol pepperbox gun