Tim Hall and Buffalo Country

Lyrics

They said she had a story to tell but it couldn’t really be said. Her family was killed by the Gatlin boys, but a bear saved her from death. A Shoshone Indian placed her on the steps of a Baptist church. With Irish skin and hair so red she made every head turn.
(Chorus) From that corner of Wyoming, you could spit to Idaho, and this is the story, and the life and the song of Grizzly Rose.
The preacher who raised the Rose was a jack of most trades. A miner, a gambler; and a calvary scout; on a circuit rider’s wage. Rose learned fast the skills that this part of the country will teach. And left revenge up to the Lord but prepared for what might be.
(Chorus) From that corner of Wyoming, you could spit to Idaho, and this is the story, and the life and the song of Grizzly Rose.
Those Gatlin boys killed deep in the woods and thought no one would know. But coffin varnish with rot the mind and cause a man to boast. So that Shoshone Indian overhead them brag about murders and got the word to Rose, like a little bird had told her.
(Chorus) From that corner of Wyoming, you could spit to Idaho, and this is the story, and the life and the song of Grizzly Rose.
On a full moon, with shadows dark, gathered herbs in her hands, Rose stumbled on the Gatlin boys but now they’re full-grown men. And how she knew who they were and how they knew her, the most beautiful girl they’d ever seen, but they slammed her in the dirt.
From the corner of Wyoming, you can spit to Idaho. And the bear served justice on the Gatlin boys, and saved the Grizzly Rose, once again saved the Grizzly Rose, once again saved the Grizzly Rose. They said she had a story to tell.