Her Calico Arms

When she stepped off that stagecoach

He came undone

That's when he decided

To hang up his gun

The boots of that drifter

Have nowhere to run

But, into her calico arms

Nights on the prairie

Are bitterly cold

He lays by the campfire

With no one to hold

And dreams of a woman

Who might save his soul

He dreams of her calico arms

All the days in the saddle

All the nights spent alone

All the lives that he's turned into dust

Beg him to repent

They beg him to atone

He carry's the spirits

And ghosts of the past

The ones he outdrew

Who weren't as fast

But, as he grows older

He knows it can't last

He longs for her Calico arms

All the days in the saddle

All the nights spent alone

All the lives that he's turned into dust

Beg him to repent

They beg him to atone

Now a mans reputation

Is something he earns

And his pride is a fire

That singes and burns

But, a man who makes peace

With the lessons he learns

Will sleep in her calico arms

When she stepped off that stagecoach

He came undone

That's when he decided

To hang up his gun

The boots of that drifter

Have nowhere to run

But, into her calico arms

The boots of that drifter

Have nowhere to run

He sleeps in her calico arms