To the tune of "A Little Bit is Better than Nada," by the Texas Tornados. From the soundtrack to "Tin Cup."

Met her on a border world

Sweet, naïve, and pretty girl

Lay in my bed

Said that we were wed

Prefect’s son was robbing freight

Shot ‘im down and we got paid

But we couldn’t stay

So she stowed away

Well all my crew didn’t like it none

Jayne tried to trade her for a damn fine gun

But these words kept ringin’ in my ear

CHORUS

On the night of their betrothal,

the wife shall open to the man,

as the furrow to the plough

The Maidens’ House was not her style

She’s glad she’s mine, she said and smiled

I said ‘oh well

I’ll go to that special hell’

I suppose I should have known

She kissed me once and I fell down

She hijacked our ship

Tried to give us the slip

I tracked her down, and asked ‘what gives?’

I beat her up, but let her live

‘cause these words keep ringin’ in my ear

CHORUS

and he shall work in her, in and again,

'till she bring him to his fall, and rest him then

upon the sweat of her breast