The marshall’s daughter

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1. Once a marshall had a daughter, a pretty, winsome daughter,

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and he brung her up as best as he knowed how.

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But the man who killed her mother, more than any other,

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the marshall swore to get by power, and vow.

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Oh, my charming daughter with eyes like deep water,

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the starlight in your hair most every night.

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Oh, you been a heap of joy, how I wish you’d a been a boy,

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‘cause I know there’s gonna be an awful fight.

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2. Now this here marshall’s daughter done everything she’d ought to,

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to help her papi keep the peace and law,

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till she spotted Trigger-Gan, that no-good killing man,

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the one that years before had killed her ma.

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3. Well, that evening, just at midnight, at starry, starry midnight,

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the marshall with his guns a-swingin’ low,

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went out to do some prowling, for the coyotes they was a-howling,

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and his words upon his lips came mighty slow. + CHORUS

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4. Trigger-Gan the bank was robbin’, the little girl was sobbin’,

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there weren’t no smiles on no one’s face that night.

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if she’d only been a man, she’d a got that Trigger-Gan,

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and saved her poor old papi from this fight.

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+ CHORUS + I know there’s gonna be an awful fight.

(Tex Ritter)