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'll 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      Texas said,   “This could be my last I guess   I gotta go and 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 mocking bird