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Pearl Hart | One Perfect Wrong

V5.5

[Intro] Yeah… Don’t say my name like you know it… --- [Verse 1] Born where the snow don’t leave the ground Left his name where it can’t be found Took a train that rattled my bones thin Smelled like coal… and a second sin Headed south till the sky went white Arizona burned me clean of that life Met a man with a cracked-glass stare He said “darlin’”… I stayed there We were runnin’ on borrowed veins Morphine dreams and a freight train brain Needed money, needed out somehow So I cut it short… I’m someone else now --- [Verse 2] May heat bending the horizon line Stagecoach dragging its own slow time Wood creak sounded like a warning hymn I stepped out… let the silence in Gun sat steady like it knew my name Voice stayed soft but it held its aim “Gentlemen… I won’t take much from you Just what the road already took.” Three hundred down, no sudden moves Left ‘em dignity they could still use Gave one dollar, didn’t say why Kid looked up… didn’t ask me twice --- [Chorus] Call me Pearl Hart… Call me what remains I took that last ride, I signed my name Lock me in stone, lock me in flame Iron don’t hold what won’t stay Bars start hummin’ when the night goes still They don’t keep ghosts… they never will I move like smoke where the light gets thin You’ll hear me ride… You won’t see when… --- [Verse 3] They printed my face like a novelty Sepia lies dressed up as me “Outlaw girl with a borrowed nerve” They never print what you deserve Governor said what the law denied “Too much heart to be that kind” I just laughed like it wasn’t mine Freedom always comes on borrowed time Ran till the desert erased my track Left no proof I was ever back Just heat waves bending what was real That’s the trick… that’s the deal --- [Bridge] If you take that road when the moon goes thin… Don’t look back… You’ll hear it first… Then it hears you… --- [Final Chorus] Call me Pearl Hart… Call me wind, call me gone I gave a whole life for one perfect wrong Let the desert keep what I became Dust don’t answer to a name Night blooms open, breathing slow That’s where the lost girls go When the last wheels drag and the lamps burn low I’m in the space where the wild things go Not for him For every woman who had to run --- [Outro] Don’t say my name… …unless you mean it…