Martha Jane had some rough and rowdy ways,

Back there in those wild and woolly days,

Before she learned to tie her shoe

She learned to spit and cuss and chew,

Yes, Martha Jane had rough and rowdy ways.

Martha Jane, she was anything but tame,

That's the way she got her famous name,

She could turn a quilting bee

To chaos and calamity,

Yes, Martha Jane, she was anything but tame.

Legends live and legends die

In the blinking of an eye,

Some just blow in with the wind

Then they drift away again,

But no one in the West forgot

The name of Martha Jane,

Their rompin' stompin' cigar-chompin'

Prairie hurricane.

Martha Jane, she could surely paint the town,

She'd pop a cork and pour the whiskey down,

She'd set out on the barroom trail

And track it to the local jail.

Yes, Martha Jane could really paint the town.

Martha Jane had a heart of solid gold,

Even though the story's seldom told,

She nursed the sick and buried the dead

When that awful smallpox spread,

Martha Jane, had a heart of solid gold.

Legends live and legends die

In the blinking of an eye,

Some just blow in with the wind

Then they drift away again.

But no one in the West forgot

The name of Martha Jane,

Their rompin' stompin' cigar-chompin'

Prairie hurricane.