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Born in Fort Hood, Andy’s life wasn’t right Her momma and daddy would always fight Daddy was a drunk, momma was abusive Her goals and dreams were so elusive One day, Andy couldn’t take it anymore Left without packing, walked out the door Got into a pickup with a good lookin’ stranger She liked the feeling, the feeling of danger Arkansas was the first stop She found a place and set up shop Robbin’ people and banks was her game All the money she could find she would claim Took her .45 into the nearest bank The clerk had noticed and his heart sank Andy was this gal’s name Living life fast was her game Never wanted to be tame Near the end it would be a shame Took her money from the bank clerk Loved what she did, always wanted to work Got away from the scene in a icey blue truck Andy used skill, she didn’t need luck Andy was this gal’s name Living life fast was her game Never wanted to be tame Near the end it would be a shame Left the state of Arkansas, she’d become wanted But Andy was made of stone, she was never daunted Headed to Arizona to stake her claim Too bad here she would take her first aim Held up the bank, asked for the money But this young boy wouldn’t give it, sonny She shot him dead center between the eyes Then suddenly she heard the screams and cries Andy was this gal’s name Living life fast was her game Never wanted to be tame Near the end it would be a shame She jumped behind the desk and peeped over the top The cops had come and set up shop "Come out with your hands up or be shot down!" "Then come and shoot me." She said with a frown Stood up and blazed that .45 She had never felt so alive She took one to the chest No, two No, three She had met her end, she had begun to see Andy died that day But before she went, she had somethin’ to say "To my father and my mother, I never needed you. Because deep in my heart I always knew that I’d amount to somethin’, be it good or bad and that is why I’m dyin’ but I’m glad." Andy was this gal’s name Living life fast was her game Never wanted to be tame Near the end it would be a shame (For you, you know who you are)
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