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