Cat Dalton

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Joshua Tell

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The coach, it pulled into the town, it opened up its door
A lady with an eyepatch stepped down, black the cloak she wore
A bona-fide cold-blooded killer, weathered by the war
She still stood just to settle one last score

So she rolled on into Tucson, .45 hung at her hip
With a golden 'D' for Dalton, man, and if you gave her lip
She'd tie your tongue, cut you down, then on your corpse she'd spit
Oh that gal, sure had a certain kind of pride

Now Cat Dalton, she was one of seven sisters born out west
To a good man, oh their padre tilled the land and tried his best
But on from the day some desperados shot him through the head
Those young Dalton daughters grew up seeing red

Now it's thirty-some-odd years gone spent hunting for those men
But by God, when they find them, oh they'll reconcile those sins
And without a shiver, send those bandits to their bloody end
Spell of powder smoke choking out their cries

'Cause there's no burn half as strong as that of sweet revenge upon
The hellhounds who done slashed down your own kind
And upon the path to healing
Through the teardrops flowing by
May the fire of retribution spur the ride

But now the barren desert grapevines, they don't often bare much fruit
And it's been many a tombstone-gambler died there searching for a clue
But although the odds Cat Dalton played were one-in-Timbuktu
Down near San Antone, 1862

There, tucked away in south Bejar County, in some old broke-down opium shack
Cat, she overheard a highwayman who'd been to hell and back
And he swore upon his soul those outlaws who killed the Dalton man
They were cooking plans for trouble on that Tucson stage coach line

'Cause there was untold loads of Greyback gold set to be heading out on a trek
And those bloodhound dogs thought they'd have a time
So with the west wind toward her shoulder, Cat rode through day and night
And when she found her sisters, she told them black-and-white
That the time was nigh for one last final fight

So on the mountain path to Tucson there's a gap called Apache Pass
And those Daltons knew those outlaws knew that point was made to clash
And so when that wagon train rolled up, just sitting ducks with cash
And the outlaws swept down on them, guns aflash

Along the bluffs, the Dalton sisters saw the wagons start to stall
So with rifles trained upon their foes, they picked a couple off
Then they stormed down on that valley with all the vengeance of their Pa
And lit those scallywags up like a funeral pyre

And with the battle won
Cat's deed was done, when then she glimpsed a pony limping away
With two riders, one so minuscule as a child
And as Cat galloped toward that horse and raised her gun to fire
There sat a scared young cowgirl, her father at her side
Begging 'Please, Ma'am, won't you spare my daddy's life?'

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