A stranger just pulled into town with a six gun on her side
Her eyes tell of a darkened past like her horse's jet black hide
This town's seen it's share of trouble like any I'd assume
But things tend to get out of hand down at the old saloon
Among the willows
Until you bite the dust
Now Buckshot Bill is a criminal with a bounty on his head
The stranger's here to take him alive or maybe dead
Silence drowns the whole saloon as the stranger walks on in
Buckshot bill knew right away that she was here for him
Among the willows
Until you bite the dust
She poured herself a whiskey as the gunsmoke settled clear
Pulled the ace of spades from a poker deck and shed a single tear
She finished up her whiskey and she let out a deep breath
From her pocket pulled a warrant issued by the angel of death