Lyrics

She rode out of town in a cloud of dust,
As fast as her pony could run,
Her mind was filled with that moment of lust,
She shared with someonone in the sun,
She set out to find this man,
Who stole her heart like a thief on the lam.

Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned,
And the hell of this woman was born,
Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned,
And the hell she once had is now gone.

All dressed up in satin and lace,
She vowed she would find him somehow,
She came to this town, every woman knew his face,
They pointed to the bar just out of town,

In the corner he sat,
With a woman on his left,
As her 45 sent him fallin' to the ground,

Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned,
And the hell she once had is now gone,
Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned,
And the hell of this woman was born.