She trekked across the desert against the unforgiving sun,
With nothing but a broken heart and her lovers silver gun,
She crossed the plains and barricades,
Stealing food and making trades,
Heading for the battle she knew could not be won.

She came across a gypsy and her strong but lazy child,
Her eyes where full of madness and her words were crazed and wild,
She pulled out the jack of hearts,
Said the beginning ends right where it starts,
So she got back on her horse and carried .on

The town was half full of idiots the other half were chiefs,
They showed no respect to her...