[Verse 1] Down in Texas, where the longhorns roam and graze There's a legend whispered, through the dusty, sunlit haze Ain't no ordinary cowpoke, tough as rawhide strap This here gal, she ain't fallin' in no common trap. Her name's Deadeye Liv, she rides with a knowing grin A little wild spirit, from deep down within. [Chorus] Oh, Deadeye Liv, with a thunderous sound The toughest cowgirl ever trod this ground When her repeater cracks, the whole wide world knows the truth She's the high-falutin', rootin', tootin' shootin' 'Daughter of a gun' from Texas, that's the proof! [Verse 2] Now, most folks sing a ballad, soft and low and mild To keep their bovine buddies from runnin' wild. But Liv, she's got a method, strange and mighty bold A tale that's often chuckled, but true, I'm told. She'd be swayin' back and forth, right there in the saddle seat Belting out wailin' metal, with a screamin', wicked beat! The steers would twitch their ears, like they loved the heavy thrash A mosh pit in the pasture, turnin' grass into pure cash! [Chorus] Oh, Deadeye Liv, with a thunderous sound The toughest cowgirl ever trod this ground When her repeater cracks, the whole wide world knows the truth She's the high-falutin', rootin', tootin' shootin' 'Daughter of a gun' from Texas, that's the proof! [Verse 3] When a stubborn steer just wouldn't get in line with the herd Or the dogies got to wanderin', without a single word, She wouldn't shout the usual, or gently wave her hat No, she'd pull that iron monster, and there she'd aim it at... the sky, of course! The roar of her repeater, it cracked across the plains so wide Those cattle didn't linger, they just ran with nowhere left to hide! No second invitation, they knew that thunder well From Deadeye Liv's direction, a story it would tell! [Chorus] Oh, Deadeye Liv, with a thunderous sound The toughest cowgirl ever trod this ground When her repeater cracks, the whole wide world knows the truth She's the high-falutin', rootin', tootin' shootin' 'Daughter of a gun' from Texas, that's the proof! [Bridge] Every Western folk, from Pecos to Fort Worth and back Knew the source of that report, couldn't mistake that track! A legend in her own right, no doubt about it, son The only one who'd herd with a smoking, black powder gun! She ain't your city cowgirl, with ribbons in her hair She's Deadeye Liv, from Texas, beyond all compare! [Chorus] Yeah, Deadeye Liv, with a thunderous sound The toughest cowgirl ever trod this ground When her repeater cracks, the whole wide world knows the truth She's the high-falutin', rootin', tootin' shootin' 'Daughter of a gun' from Texas, that's the proof! [Outro] Yeah, a daughter of a gun... from Texas! Deadeye Liv... Yee-haw!
