Have you heard the story of

A girl named Beth, now known as Tex?

Her life's tale is a bloody trail

Her name fits like a glove

Her daddy sighed as she slammed the door

She'd said to him, "I'm Beth no more

My life's dream is to kill for green

But first I'll join the Corps"

Her daddy said, "You're just a girl

What makes you think that you won't sink?"

"My name is Tex and I'm like a hex

My playground is the world"

Basic turned her gun to gold

Soon had it made, she'd hit by trade

Amassing kills, she proved her skills

Make your blood run cold

I once saw Texas at a bar

Sippin' rye with some apple pie

With a distant stare like she didn't care

She said, "What's with the guitar?"

I must admit my lips went numb

Some butter bar said, his face all red

"She's too good and you're driftin' wood"

Said, "Boy, you'd better run"

Texas said, "Sir, keep your peace

My heart is free, and so is he

I'd give it to any man who's true"

The safeties were released

He drew before he replied

But Tex was hot and he was not

He lay dead while Texas bled

Crimson on her side

Yellow rose of Texas clad in black

Lonely star tattooed upon her back

Double Tex, she'll hit you like a truck

Double Tex, and she'll mess you up

Texas said, "This could be my last, I guess

I gotta go, but now you know

I want a song to live for long"

It's a fair request

Texas made it out, I heard

But her one need, I did heed

I think of Beth while mocking death

Like a mockingbird

Yellow rose of Texas clad in black