Andy's Game
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)
Copyright © Kyle Perkins | Year Posted 2008
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