[Verse 1] We drove the herd past Widow's Bluff, the nights came thick and red Coyotes sang like mournin’ doves, and something stalked the dead Each dawn a steer lay opened wide, no prints, no sign, no trail Just tufts of fur, a bite mark clean, and scents too sweet to tell [Verse 2] The boys all said it’s rustlers, but I swore I saw a streak— A shimmer in the chaparral, long hair in purple sleek Once I found a denim scrap, half-buried in the mud And smelled a perfume strange and dark… like lilac mixed with blood [Chorus] Yippee-yi-oh, yippee-yi-ay, there’s something in the night With golden fur and violet mane and teeth too sharp to fight I should’ve turned, I should’ve fled—but part of me held fast 'Cause love don’t come with candlelight when it’s born to hunt your past [Verse 3] I found her there at half-past three, down near the salt-flat spring Nothin’ on but moonlight, and that tattered denim thing She crouched above a steer half-ate, then turned to meet my gaze And smiled like fire on wedding lace, or lust that never prays [Verse 4] “My name is Scuzzy,” she said low, “I’ve tasted all your fear You tracked me here with guns and hate… but still came crawlin' near.” I drew my Colt with trembling hand—she didn’t flinch or flee Just walked right up and kissed the barrel… then sank her claws in me [Bridge – breathless and slow] She laid me down ‘tween fang and flame, beneath a cursed mesquite Her breath was thick with copper heat, her hips moved like a beat I tried to pray, forgot the words, forgot the stars above And drowned in something hot and dark… that some folks still call love [Chorus, hauntingly sexy] Yippee-yi-oh, yippee-yi-ay, she circled like the flies The herd was torn, the blood was warm, but I just met her eyes Yippee-yi-oh, yippee-yi-ay, she pressed me in the dirt— And when she bit, I moaned her name… and begged to make it hurt. [Final Chorus – slower, more ominous] Yippee-yi-oh, yippee-yi-ay, I vanished in her sex She fed on steers, then fed on me—and I have no regrets They’ll ride that trail and never know what waits past Devil’s Creek But she still howls my name at night… with blood still on her cheek… [Outro – spoken low] I sleep now in her canyon bed, My spurs hung on a bone-white tree. You’ll find my hat, but not my soul— That’s hers, eternally.
