She could be as ornery as a stallion with a hornet
under his saddle,
even the young guns around town kept their tongues
bridled around tall Marty.
She was raised in the mountains by her paw, and
six rambunctious brothers,
Marty didn't know what a proper lady even looked
like, outside a faded picture, of her long
departed mother.
By the time she was ten, Marty could out shoot
all six of her brothers,
a tall gangly tom girl by the age of sixteen,
boys in town sneered and called her names, but
they all knew Marty's shooting, put them to shame.
The taller she grew, the louder the boys sneered,
she was whispered about by every lady in town,
poor Marty cried a bucket full of tears most
every night, she wanted powerful much to be a
proper lady, but when she seen her reflection
in the looking glass, she knew she didn't stand
a chance.
There was a young cow poke that set Marty's
heart a flutter, but he was calling on little
Miss Clarabelle Sutter, Marty knew he'd never give
her a second glance, in her dusty spurs and
ten gallon hat.
Miss Katie who ran the Cool Creek Diner, took
a liking to Marty and took her under her wing,
she began teaching Marty bout feminine things.
In the begin'n Marty brayed like a mule, and
swore those confounded corsets, would kill her
for sure, but Miss Katie gave her, her word,
she'd get her true love, without guns and spurs.
So she put away her gun for a parasol and
traded her spurs for a frilly dress and shawl,
in the hope that one day, on her, Billy
might call.
She gave up her chew and her teeth were pure
white, without the cowboy boots her height was
just right, for twirling on the arm of her true
love some night.
Everyone in the Cool Creek looked so surprised,
when lovely Marty appeared, at the top of the
stairs, her hair always cut like the boys was
now silky brown curls, tumbling over her shoulders,
nope, folks couldn't believe their eyes when
Marty came waltzing down the stairs that night.
Some said it can't be Marty, some said it's
trouble in the making, by now Martys' heart
was down right aching, so full of love for
Billy Vanclaven, the Cool Creek got mighty
quiet at dinner that night, when Young Billy
walked in and saw such a beautiful sight,
he inquired of Miss Katie who the lovely
filly might be and she declared her, her niece,
Miss Martha Willobee,
So young Billy asked Miss Martha,
if she would be so kind, as to
dance and twirl on his arm that night,
happily ever after they did live, "Oh"
except for dainty Clarabelle Sutter,
now that story's, a whole other matter.
