Violet Steele

Verse 1 When Violet Steele was a little bitty girl

With hair as yellow as the sun

Her mama taught her how to sew a pretty dress

And her daddy showed her how to shoot a gun




Verse 2 When Violet was just 12 years old

Her mama and daddy died

She left her home with Mama's needle and thread

And her daddy's .45




Chorus Don't turn your back on a yellow haired girl

With satin flowers sewn into her dress

For a dime she'll mend that hole in your heart

For your wallet she'll shoot you dead




Verse 3 By the time Violet Steele was seventeen

She could charm any lonesome man

They'd take a coin from their pockets as she twirled her dress

To hide the pistol in her hand




Verse 4 She'd beckon them to follow her down back alley streets

And not one ever turned her down

They always wore a smile when they turned to leave

That didn't fade when she gunned them down




Repeat Chorus




Verse 5 Now, Violet wasn't bad, she used the only things she had

To make it in a cold, cold world

If her daddy could've known, he would've taught her to hoe corn

Back when she was a little girl




Repeat Chorus