Calamity Claire
She was never one to rely on a man
Took care of herself better than they can
Misunderstood in her little small town
Wasn't the kind to ever settle down
Packed up her bags to go start fresh
Took the journey way out west
She was a rambler and gambler
She was strong and tough
Could shoot whiskey like the boys
She was rowdy and rough
No she didn't give a damn
And she didn't have a care
I guess that's why they call her
Calamity Claire
Long brown hair and turquoise on her fingers
Every woman around's eyes shown greener
Wanted poster hanging at the five and dime
Lingered in every man's mind
A hell of a shot, straight through the heart
Don't be too slow
Forty paces, on your mark
She was a rambler and gambler
She was strong and tough
Could shoot whiskey like the boys
She was rowdy and rough
No she didn't give a damn
And she didn't have a care
I guess that's why they call her
Calamity Claire
When you hear the horses runnin'
And coyote hollar
You better find cover
You better hide your dollar
Cause she don't take prisoners
She don't take names
You'll be just another pawn
In her wild games
She was a rambler and gambler
She was strong and tough
Could shoot whiskey like the boys
She was rowdy and rough
No she didn't give a damn
And she didn't have a care
I guess that's why they call her
Calamity Claire
I guess that's why they call her
Calamity Claire
Took care of herself better than they can
Misunderstood in her little small town
Wasn't the kind to ever settle down
Packed up her bags to go start fresh
Took the journey way out west
She was a rambler and gambler
She was strong and tough
Could shoot whiskey like the boys
She was rowdy and rough
No she didn't give a damn
And she didn't have a care
I guess that's why they call her
Calamity Claire
Long brown hair and turquoise on her fingers
Every woman around's eyes shown greener
Wanted poster hanging at the five and dime
Lingered in every man's mind
A hell of a shot, straight through the heart
Don't be too slow
Forty paces, on your mark
She was a rambler and gambler
She was strong and tough
Could shoot whiskey like the boys
She was rowdy and rough
No she didn't give a damn
And she didn't have a care
I guess that's why they call her
Calamity Claire
When you hear the horses runnin'
And coyote hollar
You better find cover
You better hide your dollar
Cause she don't take prisoners
She don't take names
You'll be just another pawn
In her wild games
She was a rambler and gambler
She was strong and tough
Could shoot whiskey like the boys
She was rowdy and rough
No she didn't give a damn
And she didn't have a care
I guess that's why they call her
Calamity Claire
I guess that's why they call her
Calamity Claire
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Writer(s): Courtni Gibson
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