(Verse 1 – soft as dawn)
She walks through the sage like a lullaby breeze,
Humming the cottonwoods quiet;
Sun on her shoulders, a calico tease,
Boots that could dance, but don’t try it.
She gentles a spook-hair colt with one low word,
Soft as the snow on the cedar—
But that velvet-glove smile’s just the sweetest blur
Hiding barbed-wire grit if you need her.
(Pre-Chorus)
Mama poured honey in her coffee each dawn,
Said, “Sugar, be kind, but don’t ever be gone.”
(Chorus – rockabilly slap)
Yeah, Mama didn’t raise no fool—
There’s steel in the hush of her drawl;
She’ll quilt you a quilt, she’ll school you a mule,
Then waltz you clean over the wall.
She’s soft as the dusk on the hay-field, son,
But that pistol’s still warm from the duel—
She’s a lullaby, lace, and a .45 bass:
Mama sure didn’t raise no fool.
(Verse 2 – western swing)
She rides fence at twilight, guitar on her knee,
Singing the dogies to slumber;
Coyotes cry harmony, cottonwood trees
Keep tempo like jazz on the river.
But let some old drifter mistake her for frail—
He’ll learn how the West was really won:
A left-hook of velvet, a right-hook of nail,
Both wrapped in a smile when it’s done.
(Chorus repeat)
(Bridge – slow waltz, then slap-bass break)
She can simmer peach cobbler, calm a rattler down,
Quote Scripture, rope lightning, and two-step this town;
Her whisper’s a psalm, but her shout is a storm—
Soft rancher life, but her backbone’s well-worn.
(Instrumental – telecaster twang & stand-up bass solo)
(Tag / outro – soft again)
So if you hear lullabies drifting through pines,
Don’t think that the West has gone mild;
There’s a woman out there where the moon never shines
Still tender as frost on a child.
She’ll offer you coffee, she’ll call you “friend, hon,”
But remember that golden rule—
The quieter the corral, the quicker the gun:
Mama didn’t raise no fool.
GypsyMoon
