She had a long black braid

I was making up stories while she poured my whiskey straight

She said you ain't going to surprise me, everybody in here’s just the same

I drank away my money and I let her keep the change

With that long black braid, never got her name

She had a long black braid

She was riding on a Triumph Bonneville from 1978

The wind was blowing at our backs while she was blowing my doors off

Must have been doin about 109

With that long black braid trailing straight behind

She ain’t my style, she ain’t my kind, she's little too bad and I walk another line

But that long black braid hanging down her spine it reminds me of some other life

And black tattoos and the old cracked leather and a beat up hat with an old crow feather and the silver skulls and turquoise rings and the darkest eyes, she’s a dangerous thing

She had a long black braid

Laying by the campfire and dying from that bullet hole that Army man had put in her leg

Said this new world just ain’t our world

Gonna have to change or die

Go on and make your own decisions cause I’ve made mine

With that long black braid

Then she closed her eyes