The man with the black hand gun reaching down
And pulling it out of his boot
Well, the girl at the bar just praying to God
And hoping that he won't shoot
There's a woman outside and she's a sore sight
She can kill a man just with a look
And the last time here with such a crime
Well, she had herself a damn good time
Well, she smashed his skull with a Cuban heel
Wrote his name down in her little black book
Now the sheriff comes around and he's looking for the man
But the boys playing poker didn't even look
That woman walked in an everybody froze
Even the fast-hand gunman gang
And the people in the streets they don't say a word
Even when they know they're gonna hang
What a woman
Goddamn, that bitch, what a woman
What a woman
What a woman
Goddamn, that bitch, what a woman
What a woman
What a woman
Goddamn, that bitch, what a woman
What a woman