Her Daddy was a Sheriff and his Deputy was her son.
She was more afraid of church folks than she was afraid of guns.
Her husband ran off for his moonshine and she was left alone and shunned.
Until one night on a full moon her mind became undone.
She awoke from a dream and in her bed was her Daddy and her son.
They laughed at her clown face where her makeup had all run.
So she grabbed the Sheriff’s shotgun
and fired and killed her son.
The Deputy died in the arms of his Father’s by his very own gun.
The next day she saddled her horse and rode away in the peace of the rising sun