| It don't matter that
"Drop Dead" isn't a purty name for a gal. That suits me fine. I was born January 30,
1848 in the northwest territory. My pa worked the mines and my
ma raised us kids (12 in all). When I was 14 and tired of
raisin' my siblings I took off to discover the wild west on an ill
tempered and ornery old mule. I weren't real good at workin' so
I took to bein' an upstairs gal. I soon discovered I could
doctor up the gentlemen's drinks and when they passed out I stole all
their money.
I kept my hair short so's I could
just throw on some britches and high-tail it out of town.
Everyone thought I was just a boy on a mule so I never got caught.
Needless to say, I sure did see a whole bunch of different towns. |