Firewater

She moved here by way of California. She got tired of the city where angels fly. And I fell in deeper, deeper than her daddy's Pockets, the ones he used my landline. First time I ever laid my eyes upon her, She had two Jack Daniels in her hands. She could hold her liquor Better than a whiskey barrel. Had a hold on me by three drinks in. She left me cold at the altar, Holding on to nothing but the ring I bought Her. I got burned by the devil's daughter. She knew how to use that firewater. Her old man kept buying up all Wyoming, And my old ranch was the next one on His list. Somebody told him I was never gonna sign those Papers, so he sent her armed with whiskey to Get what he couldn't get. She left me cold at the altar, Holding on to nothing but the ring I bought Her. I got burned by the devil's daughter. She knew how to use that firewater. Took her time to get what she wanted. Got me drunk out of my mind The night before she was supposed to take my Name. Well, she got it On that dotted line. Yeah, she got it, Everything that's mine. Now, there's some bullet in a bottle that's almost Empty, and there's two bullets in my old Colt .45. They're riding shotgun. I'm whiskey bent and hell-bound. We're gonna send that devil and his daughter home Tonight. She left me cold at the altar, Holding on to nothing but the ring I bought Her. I got burned by the devil's daughter. She drowned me in that firewater. She left me cold at the altar, Led me like a lamb right to the slaughter. I'm gonna burn that devil's daughter after one more Shot Of firewater. That firewater.